Texty: Beach Boys. Trader.

Hi
Trader

Trader sailed a jeweled crown
Humanity rowed the way
Exploring to command more land
Scheming how to rule the waves

Trader spied a virgin plain
And named it for velvet robes
Wrote home declaring
"There's a place where totally folks are free"

Happily completely
Nourishment fills the prairies and the hillsides
And animals stalk the mountains and the seaside
And fish abound the lakes and birds the skies
Signed sincerely

Trader found the jeweled land
Was occupied before he came
By humans of a second look
Who couldn't even write their names, shame

Trader said they're not as good
As folks who wear velvet robes
Wrote home again and asked, "Please help
Their breasts I see, they're not like me"

Banish them from our prairies and our hillsides
Clear them from our mountains and our seaside
I want them off our lakes so please reply
Signed sincerely

Trader he got the crown okay
Cleared humanity from his way
He civilized all he saw
Making changes every single day, say

Shops sprang over the prairies and the hillsides
Then roads cut through the mountains to the seaside
The other kind fled to hide, by and by
And so sincerely cried

Making it softly
Like the evening sea, trying to be
Making it go creating it gently
Like a morning breeze, a life of ease

Eyes that see beyond tomorrow
Through to the time without hours
Passing the eden of flowers
Reason to live

Embracing together
Like the merging streams, crying dreams
Making it full begging intently
For a slight reprieve, a night of ease

Hands to touch beyond the sorrow
On to the force without power
Piercing the crust of the tower
Reason to live

Hoping like a budding rose
Humbling shows
Making it struggling lonely
Like a desert field
Break the seal, make it real

Ears to hear beyond the showers
On to the suns of tomorrows
Burning the flesh of all sorrows

Reason to live
Reason to continue
Reason to go on
Reason to live
Reason to live
Reason to live
Reason to live