The axe is swift and reckless
Feel the grain, split it wide
Cut away to build the mansions
Banks of boys distant hands
Axe man 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 run
Barren earth, poison skies, wasted seas
Could they see the light through the trees
Before the last axe falls

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 life
Lessons learnt quickly fade, memories
Will we see the light through the trees
As the last axe falls?