Red birdsong
The mist over the mountains blue and gray and grand
Green valley
The black smoke rolling in under the trees that stand
The watchful
Dying protectors of the deep and old
A tower
Sprouts in defiance, steel and new and bold
This is home
Where guilty memories birth monuments of hated pride
Home we made
With charred trees and hills we callously razed, stained the skies
In autumn
A mocking contrast unveils among the leaves
And winter
Envelops the town into the earth’s embrace
This is home
Where guilty memories birth monuments of hated pride
Home we made
With charred trees and hills we callously razed, stained the skies
Seed to stone, you burn to grow
Piping oil, fuel your conquest
Fire blooming even in the snow
Far past forgiveness
We won’t have to wait to bear witness
And we’ll reap what we sow
This is home
Where guilty memories birth monuments of hated pride
Home we made
With charred trees and hills we callously razed, stained the skies