The Last Tree

And where were you
When we cut through
The last tree of the forest?

The hills are brown
Only soil left around
And a little trace of regret

And don't you dare take a breath of air
Do you really need it?
There's not much left, take half a breath
Think of your poor mother

What was woodland once
Will be woodland again
Julie is quite certain

But the nights grow cold
And as the chill takes hold
We'll miss the last tree of the forest

And don't you dare take a breath of air
Do you really need it?
There's not much left, take half a breath
Think of your poor family

Land is bare, food is scarce
Our Leader speaks, we turn to prayers
Don't be afraid, a plan has been made
Repeat after me what the doctors agree

Don't you dare take a breath of air
Unless you really need it
There's not much left, so take half a breath
Think of your poor soldiers



Credits
Writer(s): Pierce Joyce
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