I am a hawk on a mountain side
A crashing wave on a winter's tide
The breeze that blows on a tall ship's sail
I am the kick of a salmon's tail
I'm up above and I'm down below
I'm black and white, I'm sand and I'm snow
I'm all around and I live within
I'm mother earth, the spirit in all living things
I'm winter white, oh I'm autumn gold
I'm summer's bloom, I'm spring's new soul
I'm every season with the birds that sing
I'm mother earth, the spirit in all living things
But you cut down the trees
Your fumes, they choke the breeze
You burn the world for oil
And you poison the soil
So I'll flood the plains
I'll drown you in acid rain
I'll pour forth a curse
And return you back to dust
When lightning strikes, well, you'll know I'm near
You knew the beauty, now feel the fear
Your storm rolls in, well, you better hide
I'll make you wish that you weren't alive
I am a hawk on a mountain side
A crashing wave on a winter's tide
The breeze that blows on a tall ship's sail
I am the kick of a salmon's tail
A crashing wave on a winter's tide
The breeze that blows on a tall ship's sail
I am the kick of a salmon's tail
I'm up above and I'm down below
I'm black and white, I'm sand and I'm snow
I'm all around and I live within
I'm mother earth, the spirit in all living things
I'm winter white, oh I'm autumn gold
I'm summer's bloom, I'm spring's new soul
I'm every season with the birds that sing
I'm mother earth, the spirit in all living things
But you cut down the trees
Your fumes, they choke the breeze
You burn the world for oil
And you poison the soil
So I'll flood the plains
I'll drown you in acid rain
I'll pour forth a curse
And return you back to dust
When lightning strikes, well, you'll know I'm near
You knew the beauty, now feel the fear
Your storm rolls in, well, you better hide
I'll make you wish that you weren't alive
I am a hawk on a mountain side
A crashing wave on a winter's tide
The breeze that blows on a tall ship's sail
I am the kick of a salmon's tail
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 3/11/2014 - 13:23
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Scritta da Barry Kerr, musicista e pittore di Belfast.
Nell’album di Karan Casey intitolato “Chasing The Sun”
“Ma voi avete abbattuto tutti gli alberi, con le vostre esalazioni avete soffocato le brezze, avete bruciato il mondo per il petrolio, avete avvelenato le terre… E così io inonderò le pianure, vi affogherò nelle piogge acide, rovescerò su di voi la mia maledizione e vi farò ritornare alla polvere.”