Bruce Cockburn - If a Tree Falls

Rain forest

Mist and mystery

Teeming green

Green brain facing
labotomy

Climate control centre for the world

Ancient cord of
coexistence

Hacked by parasitic greedhead scam -

From Sarawak to
Amazonas

Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills -

Cortege rhythm of falling
timber. 



What kind of currency grows in these new deserts,

These brand new flood plains? 



If a tree falls in the forest
does anybody hear?

If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?

Anybody hear the forest fall? 



Cut and move on

Cut and
move on

Take out trees

Take out wildlife at a rate of species every
single day

Take out people who've lived with this for 100,000 years -

Inject a billion burgers worth of beef -

Grain eaters - methane
dispensers. 



Through thinning ozone,

Waves fall on wrinkled
earth -

Gravity, light, ancient refuse of stars,

Speak of a
drowning -

But this, this is something other.

Busy monster eats
dark holes in the spirit world

Where wild things have to go

To
disappear

Forever 



If a tree falls in the forest does
anybody hear?

If a tree falls in the forest does anybody hear?

Anybody hear the forest fall?

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