Whoa

Oh, mercy, mercy me

Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no

Where did all the blue skies go?

Poison is the wind that blows from the North and South and East

Whoa, mercy, mercy me

Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no

Oil wasted on the oceans and upon our seas

Fish full of mercury

Oh, oh, mercy, mercy me

Oh, things ain't what they used to be, no, no

Radiation underground and in the sky

Animals and birds who live nearby are dying

Oh, mercy, mercy me

Oh, things ain't what they used to be

What about this overcrowded land?

How much more abuse from man can she stand?

Oh, no, no, no

My sweet Lord

No, no, no, no, no

My, my Lord

My sweet Lord

Ooh-ooh