Nature, Mother Nature, You've always fixed my soul
Put me back together and you made me whole
I don't believe it, what I do in return
I make you sick, I make you dead, I make your forests burn
Nature, Mother, Nature, the society we're in
seems bound together in corporate sin
I don't believe it, what I do in return
With my silent endorsements as the money wheels turn
Nature, Mother Nature, I think they've got the right idea
These monks in Sri Lanka who've been ordaining trees
I want to be called to this new religion where
Rivers are priests and hills do teach the truth about land and air.
