Far out in space/ The moon looks down on a barren place/ Mirror of its grey and ancient face ...

In a wonderful sleep I had a dream of trees catching flight./....

Extinct or alive?/ Has the drive to a new world economy/ Made natural history obsolete?

Burn the house down burn the house down/ Set the fire let the world drown

We Know It’s true, We know it’s cruel, we know it’s beautiful.

Take me to the wishing tree/ where I shall make a wish or three

I asked you nice, even said please But you think me a fool, who should crawl on his knees.