Feel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing

But now my branches suffer
And my leaves don´t bear the glow
They did so long ago

One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall

But now my branches suffer
and my leaves don´t offer
Poetry to men of song

Trees like me weren´t meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death

Oh Lord I lay me down

No life´s left to be found
There´s nothing left for me

Trees like me weren´t meant to live
If all this earth can give
Is pollution

Trees like me weren´t meant to live
(Oh Lord I lay me down)
If all this earth can give
(My branches to the ground)
Is pollution and slow death
(There´s nothing left for me)

Oh Lord I lay me down
My branches to the ground
There´s nothing left for me