text: Sparkle on the ocean
  Eagle at the top of a tree
  Those crazy crows always making a commotion
  This land is home to me
  I was talking to my neighbor
  He said, When I get to heaven, if it is not like this
  Ill just hop a cloud and Im coming right back down here
  Back to this heavenly bliss.
  You see those lovely hills
  They wont be there for long
  Theyre gonna tear em down
  And sell them to California
  Here come the toxic spills
  Miners poking all around
  When this place looks like a moonscape
  Dont say I didnt warn ya...
  Money, money, money...
  Money makes the trees come down
  It makes mountains into molehills
  Big money kicks the wide wide world around
  Black bear in the orchard
  At night hes in my garbage cans
  Hes getting so bold but no one wants to shoot him
  Hes got a right to roam this land
  I feel like Geronimo
  I used to be as trusting as Cochise
  But the white eyes lies
  Hes out of whack with nature
  And look how far his weapons reach!
  Spirit of the water
  Give us all the courage and the grace
  To make genius of this tragedy unfolding
  The genius to save this place