Sparkle on the ocean Eagle at the top of a tree Those crazy crows always making a commotion This land is home to me.
I was talking to my neighbor He said, "When I get to heaven, if it is not like this, I'll just hop a cloud and I'm coming right back down here Back to this heavenly bliss."
You see those lovely hills They won't be there for long They're gonna tear 'em down And sell them to California Here come the toxic spills Miners poking all around When this place looks like a moonscape Don't say I didn't warn ya...
Money, money, money... Money makes the trees come down It makes mountains into molehills Big money kicks the wide wide world around.
Black bear in the orchard At night he's in my garbage cans He's getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him He's got a right to roam this land.
I feel like Geronimo I used to be as trusting as Cochise But the white eyes lies He's out of whack with nature And look how far his weapons reach!
Spirit of the water Give us all the courage and the grace To make genius of this tragedy unfolding The genius to save this place.