In a place once peaceful
Machines made loud sounds
Where they dreamt of gold money
Deep, dark underground
Many years onwards
Who would suspect
How the past's actions
Creep up and infect?
We walk with a firm step
We are not afraid
But collections of pictures
Make me dismayed
A place for a camp ground
A picnic, or a toddy
A place for missing, lost, cavers
Found - a place to hide a body ...
An ominous sound
A widening crack,
Do not turn round
Do not go back!
A feast of gold, or coal
A ghost, sulphur, a lost soul
In a sheltered green valley
A shocking black sinkhole
Hear a one-time blast
It's a ghost from the past
What once was concealed
Will now be revealed
A second die is cast
From the far off hidden past
The paved road's a broken shield
The earth's wound cannot be healed
No more money in the pails
Old white bones tell new tales
The wind blows like a widow's wails
Nature's revenge never fails
Politicians say get cracking
'cause we need the energy
Don't be afraid of fracking
Waiting for the taking, it's free
So let's go dig a hole
In the middle of the city
Cut a mountain in half
The train link ride is pretty
The planet is a garden
Plant an acorn, grow a tree
The earth is sure to pardon
If not for you, it's all for me
It's just a little buttonhole
It's a ripple spreading wealth
It will make the city whole
I'll finance it myself
But deep underground
There's a worrying sound
The earth is rumbling
The trees are tumbling
Not like falling leaves
Which nobody grieves
Everybody dies
Everybody leaves
We have learned from the past
That nothing will last
Time to work, not sit and play
Should have planted yesterday
Tall plants won't be seen by me
Yet each generation plants a tree
Like the emigrant sailing overseas
We plant small acorns and dream of grand trees
We fancy we're immortal
So, from Heaven we'll look down
As if we own the world
Eating fruit, finding truffles underground
What if there's no Heaven?
We'll shrug and move on
When problems we created
Hit others - we're long gone
Just like loved, dear, dead mothers
Ancestors can do no wrong
A sink hole's a real disaster
Which makes a lovely song.
Don't be cruel
Don't be a fool
Just fill the sink hole up
You've a tourist's swimming pool.
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