Now is the Time (feat. Malika Tirolien)

Bayi ni akoko 

 A ko gbọdọ kuna 

 I’m gonna sing you a song of destruction and pain. 

 And all the ways that it could be a song of splendor and gain.  

 One world, lovely as a summer day. 

 Fresh air, forests that are green and deep. 

 One earth, thriving and alive. 

 It’s nothing at all like the one that is fading around us right now.  Look at

the glaciers, and the plains, and the reefs that are: 

 Dying. 

 They won’t last long. 

 How soon will they disappear? 

 Will they last a hundred years? 

 Crying. 

 For what we’ve lost. 

 Now is the time to repair what we can.  

 Now is the time to come up with a plan.  

 We can’t fail.  

 If we can somehow save the planet then we’ll have a happier end. If we can

change what we’re doing, we might make a world that can mend.  

 No more heat waves making oceans rise. 

 Goodbye, mud slides on our mountain sides. 

 Farewell, long unending drought. 

 Hello to a future of sheer restoration of what’s waning now.  Bring back the

rhinos, and the penguins, and the bees that are:

 Dying. 

 They won’t last long. 

 How soon will they disappear? 

 Will they last a hundred years? 

 Crying. 

 For what we’ve lost. 

 Now is the time to undo what’s begun.  

 Now is the time to heal all that we’ve done.  

 Without fail.  

 We have to begin thinking bigger. 

 We have to do more than consider ourselves. If everyone tried with more

rigor: Imagine the seeds we could sow.  

 Imagine the life we could know. 

 Imagine what clear, pristine waters would flow.  

 Then instead of singing of the beautiful days that are gone.  

 We can all know the pleasure of the universe carrying on.  

 Greetings, rarest of the butterflies. 

 What’s up, woodlands beneath ice capped peaks. 

 Good day, sparkling desert rain. 

 Hello to a present of all that is possible right here and now. 

 Together we’ll bring back the people, the hopes that are: 

 Dying. 

 They won’t last long. 

 How soon will they disappear? 

 Will they last a hundred years? 

 Crying. 

 For what we’ve lost. 

 Now is the time to reverse this decline. 

 Now is the time to heed each warning sign.  

 Now is the time to restore what is yours and mine. Now and it’s passing by.

Now under this great sky. 

 Now while we still have time.