“Appalachia, Appalachia”
Appalachia, your green mountains are
weeping black tears.
Mine Owners. Your neighbours are living in
fear.
You’re raping the mountains and Good Mother
Earth,
Your millions are nothing to what this land
is worth!
Appalachia, your sons have fought in all
wars,
They’ve given their lives so what’s yours
remains yours!
They’ve marched off to battle to serve that
Great God Mars,
Would you have them return to a land that’s
all scars?
Appalachia, Appalachia, I know you of old,
Your songs are worth more than silver and
gold.
Scots – Irish and English and
Cornishmen too
All men who sang here when this land was
new.
Appalachia, your mountains will always need
trees,
To hold back the rainfall, like the shore
holds the seas,
Without them your rivers will run clear no more,
But be thick with slime like a
slaughter-house floor!
Appalachia, your mountains should be sacred
lands.
To show what your God could do with His
hands.
Mountaintop Removal is a crime against Him!
And a crime against nature, a terrible sin!
Appalachia, the time has more than come
round,
Time to start healing on this Holy Ground.
Your men folk have fought that all men
might be free.
That freedom should apply both to you and
to me!
Who wants to hear the rumble of dynamite
all day?
Or giant earthmovers where the blue jay
should play
The shareholders and mine owners don’t live
around here,
So time to leave the mountains to the
people who care.
America, America, come listen to this
prayer,
It’ll be too late to save ‘em when the
mountains ain’t there!
Appalachia, come waken and nevermore say,
Mr Peabody’s Coal Train has carried us
away!
Appalachia, Appalachia, I know you of old,
Your trees should be valued much higher
than gold,
The green lungs of the mountains in the
Land of the Free
Not a scar on a Mother, where her breast
used to be!
Copyright © Res JFB 28th May 2008
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