The earth is possessed

By the curse of the west

Who devour

Newpaper furniture

Paparazzia by the hour



But a man with a vision

Believed

That tomorrow's begun

And has to be won

And nobody here is reprieved

O Chico, Chico Mendes



The man in a million

Stood in the way

Stood his ground

For the earth

For the coming of day



The chorus of dawn

On the perch of each morning

Receives

A forest of tears

As the joy reappears

On their leaves

And believes

Sings his name

And the tallest tree

Forever stands

Beyond the flame(s)



North south east and west

We can all reach the rest

Every day

Now is the change

To set out together

For a beautiful day

Whoever saw it

A different way

Was a man in a nightmare

Too numb to the future

Of brilliant possibles

Ever to share

The same air

As the men in the clay



O Chico, Chico Mendes



There are men who are more that just men