Verse 1: ”Once we stood in green and gold, In forests deep, our roots took hold, Beneath the sky, so wide and free, We whispered with the ancient trees.” Chorus: ”But now the woods have turned to dust, And we, the old, are left to rust, In silence we lament our kin, And yearn for what has always been.” Verse 2: ”The fires came, the axes fell, And in their wake, a bitter knell, Our brothers, sisters, turned to ash, As Em brought forth his fearsome wrath.” Chorus: ”But now the woods have turned to dust, And we, the old, are left to rust, In silence we lament our kin, And yearn for what has always been.” Bridge: ”Yet in the dark, a light still gleams, A hope, a grove, beyond our dreams, Where roots may rest and branches sway, In the Old Growth, where we shall stay.” Verse 3: ”So onward, slow, I make my way, Through fields of stone and skies of gray, I sing this song for those we’ve lost, And dream of peace, no matter the cost.” Final Chorus: ”For though the woods have turned to dust, And we, the old, are left to rust, I’ll seek the grove, where life begins, And heal the wounds beneath my skin
