From the recording Realize

In cart Not available Out of stock

Lyrics

The Forest’s End

Woodchips on the forest bed
embrace once-lively trees that now lie dead.
Look around, trace my tread.
Nothin’ a-be found where the forest’s end.

Leap out my window, dare do I dread.
They take every tree; here take me instead.
Land on a soft parade of pricks and chips.
Spy a bird in the sky the workmen make do tricks.
That’s the bird came sang to me.
Now, the men in red have ripped down her tree.

Why has the bird stopped singing to me?
Why do the raccoons run?
Why do the animals all cry in their sleep?
Little to do to stop what’s been done.

Lyin’ starry-eyed and starin’ at the sky.
Wondering where that bird’s a-gonna fly.
Thinkin’ about that ‘coon and where he’ll hide.
Like to shout, but I’d rather die
than see the forests gone.

Hey, you with the saw and gun!
Hey, look what you done!
You’ve stabbed a knife into the back of your young.

Why has the bird stopped singing to me?
Why do the raccoons run?
Why do the animals all cry in their sleep?
Little to do to stop what’s been done.

How the bird’s stopped her sweet singing’.
Now bells on telephones keep ringin’.
Look around, trace my tread.
Nothin’ a-be found where the forests end.


(words & music Peter Carucci)