Oh, Mother Earth,
With your fields of green
Once more laid down by the hungry hand
How long can you give and not receive
And feed this world ruled by greed
And feed this world ruled by greed.
Oh, ball of fire
In the summer sky
Your healing light, your parade of days
Are they betɾayed by the men of power
Who hold this world in their changing hands
They hold the world in their changing hands.
Oh, freedom land
Can you [A7let this go
Down to [C7]the stɾeets where the numbers grow
Respect Mother Earth and [Bm]her giving ways
Or tɾade away our children's days
Or tɾade away our children's days.
Respect Mother Earth and [Bm]her giving ways
Or tɾade away our children's days.
