The axe is swift and reckless

Feel the grain, split it wide

Cut away to build the mansions

Of banks and boards in distant hands

The axeman looks to the sun

Covered eyes, blind to silence



The future is eroding

The sacred past destroyed

No damning feats of progress

Comfort the unemployed

The earth is shred and skun

Fortune seekers hit and ru-un



Barren earth, poisoned skies, wasted seas

Will we see the light through the trees

Before the last axe falls



A sweet breeze of rage is blowing

From forest to the town

Slowly the tide is turning

With love the seed is sown

No time for feeling helpless

We've change to make

While there's still li-ife



Lessons learnt quickly fade, memories

Will we see the light through the trees

As the last axe falls