Feel the wind burn through my skin. The pain the air is killing me. For years my limbs stretched to the sky. A nest for birds to sit and sing. But now my branches suffer. And my leaves don't bear the glow. They did so long ago. One day I was full of life. My sap was rich and I was strong. From seed to tree I grew so tall. Through wind and rain I could not fall. But now my branches suffer. and my leaves don't offer. Poetry to men of song. Trees like me weren't meant to live. If all this world can give. Pollution and slow death. Oh Lord I lay me down. No life's left to be found. There's nothing left for me. Trees like me weren't meant to live. If all this earth can give. Is pollution. Trees like me weren't meant to live. (Oh Lord I lay me down). If all this earth can give. (My branches to the ground). Is pollution and slow death. (There's nothing left for me). Oh Lord I lay me down. My branches to the ground. There's nothing left for me.