the musics gone
they took the dream
now we've got a tv screen
whate use for life or love or hope
when you can fill your head with dope
through the woods and trees
came natures sound
but now the digggers
comming round
in a woodland parting bright and clear
you might ask what do you hear
it might well prompt the question why
but greed cant buy that kind of sky
does it take the blind to make you see
the answer isnt on tv
the truth perhaps i'll think you'll find
is buried somewhre in your mind