More mountains
More mountains with trees on them
More birds in the trees
And a sky full of bird songs and no disease
Oh mountain my brother
You've fallen today
They've torn down your sisters
And rolled them away
And the animals dying
For the want of their home
And the mother is crying
For the sake of her own
Oh mountain my brother
You stand in your skin
Your sisters are cupboards and boxes and houses
For us to dwell in
And the mother is weeping
For her children who kill
And for the ones who won't fight them
And for the others who will
More mountains with trees on them
More birds in the trees
And a sky full of bird songs and no disease
Oh mountain my brother
You've fallen today
They've torn down your sisters
And rolled them away
And the animals dying
For the want of their home
And the mother is crying
For the sake of her own
Oh mountain my brother
You stand in your skin
Your sisters are cupboards and boxes and houses
For us to dwell in
And the mother is weeping
For her children who kill
And for the ones who won't fight them
And for the others who will