Over timber mountain hill A man is cutting down a tree The loss of life, yet so sweetly As if it were all right A time has come to show what's right A time to save the misery Don't chain yourself to a tree But tell me why you love to save What is us and what is we Where death of birth is right And complaining masses are the norm Where has it gone the place? Of infancy A time to tell no lies To hear no evil A place that lies in all of us Find it now Use it well To change the earth All we know A small part of all Everything that is And what we keep until no more
