On the side of a hill in the deep forest green

There's an undercurrent to life that gets washed away in the bustle.   

Do you see the small boy in his brown vested beaver uniform, huddled in the back seat, do you hear his sobs.  Do you see his mom pull over, and hear her ask, what's wrong... it's okay you can tell me. Do you see his little chin quiver, they say you're bad and will burn in hell, his little voice floods with tears he can no longer hold back.  Do you hear his mom reasure, there's sickness in the world, it's not me, and it won't be you.  

These are the "hushed" lyrics of half of a song that are listened to, butt rarely heard:

   On the side of a hill in the deep forest green 

   Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground  

   Blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain  

   Sleeps unaware of the clarion call 

   On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves  

   Washes the ground with so many tears  

    A soldier cleans and polishes a gun     

   War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions  

   Generals order their soldiers to kill  

   And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten 

These are the bolder lyrics, the other half of the song that drowns out the rest:

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?  

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme  

Remember me to one who lives there  

She once was a true love of mine 

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt    

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme   

Without no seams nor needlework    

Then she'll be a true love of mine   

 Tell her to find me an acre of land  

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme   

Between the salt water and the sea strand     

Then she'll be a true love of mine 

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather     

Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme     

And to gather it all in a bunch of heather     

Then she'll be a true love of mine

 Are you going to Scarborough Fair? 

 Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme 

Remember me to one who ives there 

She once was a true love of mine 

If you listen closely, you can hear the sobs of another child... the child within the child... too young to have to grow up too soon.