I saw the red fox I had watched before
Dead... gone... the damage done
I went to the meadow to ease the pain
Another wild land easily swept away
Gone.. gone.. the damage done
|Once a meadow... soon a soccer field|
|Once thick brush... now...?|
I lived a life since nineteen-fifty-nine
I watched the deer as they passed me by
They are gone and so am I....
I sing the song because I loved the land
I know that those in charge don't understand
let it alone, to keep from running out...
I've seen the bobcat and the damage done
a little part of it in every one
but every forest's like a setting sun....