How can a thing, so divine like you
can fall on this land of sins
and make it a bit more peaceful,
purify the sinister plans and kins?

Your sound is such music to ears,
I don't ever want it to be misheard.
You sing a lot of lyrics on your silence,
washing off a tree so withered.

Your cool little lads make the green fields shine,
and such beautiful story the tell .
And your deific resource of Adam's ale,
assuage and cleans nature's throat so well.

You're the only pure thing in this impure world
or I should say you were.
'Cause not a thing, even sacred like you,
can make the greedy human beware.

Forgets your purity, calmness and love
and he treats you like an entity.
But he shall pay for this cruelest crime,
for he had polluted a thing so holy!

Till this day I feel your form so pure,
'cause there are only a thing or two like you.
You remind of love, peace and control,
and yes they are not evil but pure like you.