Shhhhh…I can hear it
O yes I can hear it
I can hear the whistling of the trees
And the smell of the fresh cool breeze.
I can hear the gods of our land
Accept the libations from our hand
I can hear them say No, No, No
As the chain saw fells one more tree Oh, Oh, Oh.
I can hear them calling us to enjoy nature’s trees,
Whispering with the fresh cool breeze.
O yes… I can hear it.
Hmmm…. I can feel it,
O yes, I can feel it.
I can feel the first cool rains
As it comes and wanes.
I can feel the grasses yearning for more
More of what the heavens bore
I can feel their cries, Oh, Oh, Oh,
At the green house effect, No, No, No.
I can hear them whisper to the palms
A whisper that resounds on our farms.
O yes… a whisper on our farms.