Coyot´, coyote
What have they done?
Little brother, where
Where do you run?

They strychinined the mountain
They strychinined the plain
My little brother, the coyote
Won´t come back again

When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He´s warning the human race
Of his death

Don´t poison the mesas
Don´t poison the sky
Or you won´t be back
Little brother, goodbye

There will be no one to listen
And no one to sing
And never, and never

Will there be spring
Coyot´, coyote
What have they done?