Feel the wind burn through my skin The pain, the air is killing me For years my limbs stretched to the sky A nest for birds to sit and sing
But now my branches suffer And my leaves don't bear the glow They did so long ago
One day I was full of life My sap was rich and I was strong From seed to tree I grew so tall Through wind and rain I could not fall
But now my branches suffer and my leaves don't offer Poetry to men of song
Trees like me weren't meant to live If all this world can give Pollution and slow death
Oh Lord I lay me down No life's left to be found There's nothing left for me
Trees like me weren't meant to live If all this earth can give Is pollution
Trees like me weren't meant to live (Oh Lord I lay me down) If all this earth can give (My branches to the ground) Is pollution and slow death (There's nothing left for me)
Oh Lord I lay me down My branches to the ground There's nothing left for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
