The world had magic, once But we drove it out With our hate and our sorrow And our pollution And our new age machines With our war and our strife And our forgetting Most of all, the forgetting
We forgot the hum of the earth And the song of the wind We forgot the language of trees And the comfort of soil We forgot to be kind to the world And that drove out the magic That kept us whole, and good
We are left now with rubble And a grey, polluted sky The trees do not whisper to us Since we started cutting them down The earth doesn't hum With our oil swords plunged deep
We have forgotten our roots And they, have so, forgotten us.