Image courtesy of Gilligan.
Birds flying high, in search of a clear blue sky,
as they're chopping down the trees below them.
Come take a stand, and help us save the land,
let's go out and try to make things better.
Chorus: And maybe we can make the world
a whole lot brighter.
We canmake the road a little lighter.
Everybody has to try together,
don't you know it's now or never.
Meadows once green, are few and far between.
And the rivers might run brown tomorrow.
God made the land for each and every man.
So we must do all we canto save it...