An old woman approached me just the other day “I lived in Washington, DC,” she began to say “They all sang 'We Shall Overcome' back in 1964 Where did that all go now that it's needed even more?” I thought I should have an answer – I think I should now, too But when I look around me now, I'm afraid I haven't a clue With the country and the world sinking ever deeper in the mire In this age of famine, flood and fire
Walking on the ashes, through the toxic, hazy air Past the chimneys – the only things still standing there Now if we think ahead seven generations What little might remain of what we call civilization It was maybe damned to start with, but what a thing to comprehend That you and I and our grandchildren may be the ones who watch it end Now that it is past the time when it was only down to the wire In this age of famine, flood and fire
I used to marvel at the people going out and having fun I'd wonder if they thought of all that which must be done Now it's too late to join them in the ignorance and bliss I'll just wonder as I watch them, might their children live like this? All the pot in California cannot numb the pain And sometimes I try to figure out, in the time that still remains How would I spend the rest of it just fulfilling my desire In this age of famine, flood and fire
Perhaps a scientific breakthrough will allow us all to live Now that industry has robbed the Earth of all it had to give Maybe from the ashes, new life will arise That will not be burdened by what I've witnessed with these eyes Perhaps some global spring will be born out of the flood A great forest will grow up from somewhere beneath the mud But if I said I was an optimist then I would be a liar In this age of famine, flood and fireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.