LEAVE THEM A FLOWER
I
speak on behalf of the next generation
Our sons and our daughters their children to come
What will we leave them for their recreation
An oil slick, a pylon, an industrial slum.
Our sons and our daughters their children to come
What will we leave them for their recreation
An oil slick, a pylon, an industrial slum.
Chorus:
Leave
them a flower, some grass and a hedge row
A hill and a valley, a view to the sea
These things are not ours to destroy as we want to
A gift given once for eternity.
We plunder, we pillage, we tear and we tunnel
Trees lying toppled they finger the sky
Building a land for machines and computers
In the name of progress the farms have to die.
Chorus:
A hill and a valley, a view to the sea
These things are not ours to destroy as we want to
A gift given once for eternity.
We plunder, we pillage, we tear and we tunnel
Trees lying toppled they finger the sky
Building a land for machines and computers
In the name of progress the farms have to die.
Chorus:
Fish in the ocean polluted and poisoned
The sand on our beaches all stinking and black
We and our tankers and banks and investments
They never worry the birds will come back.
Chorus:
When the last flower has dropped its last petal
When the last concrete is fired away
The moon will shine cold in a nightmarish landscape
Our gift to our children the world that we made.
Chorus:
I remember when this song was originally released. I probably have the Ed Ames version on a vinyl platter somewhere. And with what I've been reading, especially today, this is particularly poignant. All these years and it's gotten much, much worse; not better
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