This wanton sad destruction,

seen with our own eyes,

We clear the lands, and black the skies,

and bring on our demise.

One day we’ll all awaken,

when forest lands are bare,

We’ll see through guilty reddened eyes,

the green man standing there.

Oooo,,,, last tree falling,,,, down

And we will know we’ve gone too far,

when sap has turned to tears,

For he who’s told a thousand tales,

has none for coming years.

He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,

We hear his songs, we hear his cries,

We see his face, in every tree,

We feel his presence, wild and free.

He is the one who transcends death,

his ancient spirit calls,

For us to move out of harms way,

before the last tree falls.

So celebrate your wild soul,

don’t look the other way,

‘Cause it will come and get you,

so dance, and sing, and play

Oooo,,,, last tree falling,,,, down

We should sing his wisdom,

of which we’re all a part,

And calm the green man’s anger,

and sooth the green man’s heart.

He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies,

We hear his songs, we hear his cries,

We see his face, in every tree,

We feel his presence, wild and free.

Your stories are the oldest,

your songs still sung today,

You, of many faces,

will have the final say.

We neglect you at our peril,

you are nature calling,

So help us with our wisest choice,

to stop the last tree falling.

Oooo,,,, last tree falling,,,, down