Sing for the mountains of this land.
Sing for its valleys and its streams,
Sing for its rivers, forests deep.
Sing for its creatures large and small.
Sing for a people lost in greed.
Sing for their spirits as they die,
Sing for their passing choked with filth,
Sing for the plastic lives they create.
Sing for the salmon dead and gone,
Sing for the bear, the wolf, the bee.
Sing for their gifts that we despised,
Sing for their loss, and singing mourn.
Sing for the children yet to come,
Sing for forgiveness for what we’ve done,
Sing for the dream that we might change,
Sing for a legacy so poor.
Sing for the concrete and the steel,
Sing for the plastic and the glass,
Sing for how we have covered earth,
Sing as she chokes from oil’s curse.
Sing to the east and to the west,
Sing to the south and to the north,
Sing till I’ve passed my dying breath,
Sing this land was beautiful till we came.
Sing for the child and for the man,
Sing for the peoples now so blind,
Sing for the mothers weeping now,
Sing for the poisoned children’s lives.