Can you hear the woodlands cryin'?
Can you hear the green lands dyin'?
Do you hear the voice of heaven wailing in the night?
Can you see the blood dripping from your hands?
Can you feel the with'ring death falling o'er the lands?
Do you hear the voice of heaven crying in the night?
You stole the joy of livin'
Left the fear of sinnin'
And the hope for a better life when we're dead
Alive we go sick unhoused and unfed
The land dies from its sorrow
And you preach about tomorrow
No thought for today or yesterday
In grief the old gods have gone away!
Will you not see what you have wrought
The bitter bleakness your greed has bought?
Or will you look at our bleak dead lands
As Paradise wrought by your very hands?
Can you hear the voice of heaven wailing in the night?
Can you hear the voice of heaven wailing in the night?
Copyright ©1999 Sara Keating This work will enter the public domain January 1st, 2030.