Ancient oaks so swiftly you fell
no silence wherein cruel, unthinking men dwell
your echoing woods now lay upon the ground
with birds and tears, the ripping down
now where shall they go to shelter
safe from the storm?

Cold the world of choking cities we build
barren and stripped, the land we conquer, ****
dark this greed of men I deplore
and where shall we go to shelter
safe from the storm?