The Last Tree

And where were you When we cut through The last tree of the forest? The hills are brown Only soil left around And a little trace of regret And don't you dare take a breath of air Do you really need it? There's not much left, take half a breath Think of your poor mother What was woodland once Will be woodland again Julie is quite certain But the nights grow cold And as the chill takes hold We'll miss the last tree of the forest And don't you dare take a breath of air Do you really need it? There's not much left, take half a breath Think of your poor family Land is bare, food is scarce Our Leader speaks, we turn to prayers Don't be afraid, a plan has been made Repeat after me what the doctors agree Don't you dare take a breath of air Unless you really need it There's not much left, so take half a breath Think of your poor soldiers