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 me