Adam
Composer(s): Richie Havens
Performer(s): Richie Havens



In the dawning waking hour
He'll lift his head and brush his eyes 
With gentle strokes
That will only blindly mislead him 
Into the first day of creation
Which he only sees in limitation

Now he sits upon his empty bed
His heart is warm, his heart is full
And he can see 
But it is impossible for him to retain me
For his arms are without form
He cannot know the word
As his mind cries out absurd

Now he's standing inside the doorway
He is afraid but he believes all that he sees 
On the floor 
Where everything is merging
And pictures he sees are tragic
As he begins to believe in magic

Now he lies down in a hole
Down in the ground, where it is cold 
And now he knows 
Now he realizes his biggest mistake
That he never had to grow old 
That he never had to grow cold and die