The Old Ones
You who have lived out your life and it's changes
Save a place in heaven for me
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But I can't see the forest or the trees
From sea blooms in ocean to cloud misted hillsides
Gaia, She makes a good rain
The forest at climax was pointing toward heaven
Eons before Jesus came
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
The sweatshops and chain gangs that made up the old life
Have all become high tech arcades
Armored in business, far from the source point
They say to the forest "spread your legs"
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
You who have lived out your life and it's changes
Forget that place in heaven for me
I've seen too many clear-cuts, too many landslides
To lay on my hands and heal...
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
Save a place in heaven for me
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But I can't see the forest or the trees
From sea blooms in ocean to cloud misted hillsides
Gaia, She makes a good rain
The forest at climax was pointing toward heaven
Eons before Jesus came
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
The sweatshops and chain gangs that made up the old life
Have all become high tech arcades
Armored in business, far from the source point
They say to the forest "spread your legs"
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
You who have lived out your life and it's changes
Forget that place in heaven for me
I've seen too many clear-cuts, too many landslides
To lay on my hands and heal...
And who will remember to speak of the old ones?
Who will remember when the old ones are gone?
I was like you once, I walked in the deep shade
But all the old ones are gone
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Writer(s): Christopher Bingham
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