(by G. Slick)



He lives all alone but the bamboo forest knows him

Now his land is taken by man he's got nowhere left to go

When he used to roam through all of China's mountains

It was his home--the only place he knows



He was born on the mountain's Eastern side

Where the sun brings the morning to the sky

In the snow the human hunters hide

A shot is heard but no one hears him cry



Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend

I don't want to say goodby

Oh Panda Bear--when will the killing end

When will we see the light?



He can feel the night, the last sunset is in his eyes

They will carry him away, take his beauty for their prize

Ah, but hunger would have come when the bamboo forest died



Oh Panda Bear--you can't seem to win

No matter how hard you try

Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend

I don't want to say goodbye



Now his body lies on the mountain's Western side

He was sold to a man whose money has no pride

Shining fur traded for gold but the price is too high

His kind is almost gone He wants to survive



He was born on the mountain's Eastern side

Where the sun brings the morning to the sky

If we will try to share that morning light

We will find that we all have the right to life



Oh Panda Bear--my gentle friend

I don't want to say goodbye

Oh Panda Bear--when will the killing end

When will we get it right?

Panda