Greenpeace
If you could look
Into the waters of the mountain stream
What would he say if he could speak his mind?
Tell you how he feels
Some they say
Will hear the whispers in the wind some day
Will we lament about a world gone by
When we cared more for ourselves
Try to bend, not destroy
How can we expect to save the world
By leaving all our troubles for the morning
Latitudes and longitudes unfurl
As we play with fire
Oh, their tears
Are our warning of impending years
When we will melt the very ends of earth
What is the point in being famous
If we die
How on earth can we expect to save the world
By leaving all our troubles for the morning
Latitudes and longitudes unfurl
As we play with fire
And how can we, in all our might, proclaim
That the human race will someday end in sorrow
Faintest are the bitter final flames
As we play with fire
The sun will rise today
The sun will rise again
But the question still remains
Will we be there?
Will we stay the same?
