Beware of Alpine Tundra

We chop it up we're digging in
We're feeling good we're free of sin
Forget the caves we're mining in
It's not like they are listening
We'll take as long as we can take
All of mother nature's grace oh
But what about trees?
Who stand alone
Calling these old woods
Home

Whose woods these are?
I think I know
Whose woods these are?
I think I
I think I know
I think I know

Fear of falling we're losing all that we love
But these birds are calm and singing loud from
Hell or high above
Soon we'll see
All we've lost
Said good bye
How low? How low?
Is it fair to reach above
With so much
Living love still down below

Whose woods these are?
I think I know
Whose woods these are?
I think I know
Whose woods these are?
I think I
I think I know
I think I know



Credits
Writer(s): Ashish M Vyas
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