‘Big Yellow Taxi’ is overused, so here’s a different song to lament beautiful environments crushed into dust:
'They went down to the river, found the riverbed dry
Lost Eden in the valley, where the hummingbird cried
They went down to the shoreline in white rags and veils
And drew out in the sand a lament for the trail
…
They went down to the valley, where the valley once laid
With reeds under the branches, where nightingales played
They bowed down to the north star as the last note was sung
With the sins of their fathers, their whole world was done.’
‘Big Yellow Taxi’ is overused, so here’s a different song to lament beautiful environments crushed into dust:
'They went down to the river, found the riverbed dry
Lost Eden in the valley, where the hummingbird cried
They went down to the shoreline in white rags and veils
And drew out in the sand a lament for the trail
…
They went down to the valley, where the valley once laid
With reeds under the branches, where nightingales played
They bowed down to the north star as the last note was sung
With the sins of their fathers, their whole world was done.’