Old man bristlecone, please hear my plea:

Draw from your wealth of knowledge from the last ten centuries

Help me to tell my brothers and my sisters too

We've got to save our planet - and here's what we've got to do

We've got to:

Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere

Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear

Yesteryear



I don't see how they do it - rape our mother and her skies

All in the name of money and feed us with a pack of lies

I want to swim in the ocean and make castles in the sand

Not swim in all this garbage - people you've got to understand

We've got to:

Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere

Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear

Yesteryear



This is a simple song from a simple man

It brings a simple message - a message with a simple plan

We've got to clean up our oceans, we've got to clean up our skies

We've got to make corporations open up their fucking eyes

We've got to:

Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere

Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear

Yesteryear