Here where we stand there used to be a forest

A timber rising endlessly before us

We cleared away that God forsaken jungle

And in return the Indians adore us



What was mud now is a highway

Reaching wide into a prairie

Horses run -- cattle are grazing

You would swear it was Oklahoma



Day by day dark is illuminated

God's mistake altered and uncreated

Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer



See in the field my little son and daughter

Not long ago that ground was underwater

Now you can see them walking with the cattle

Singing them songs before they go to slaughter



There are those who would appose us

Crying out,