| Trees of green, all I can see | |
| On my way through the forest. | |
| I kneel down on my knees, | |
| I stare into the face of a little man | |
| Showing me his fear, | |
| The humans are coming near. | |
| Take me home deep into the forest, | |
| Show me your life | |
| Or the ruins that are left. | |
| Creatures around me | |
| No telling what they want, | |
| They're looking upon their greatest fear, | |
| Their greatest fear. | |
| Spirits of the forest, | |
| Prevent us from being taken. | |
| Lords from above (above), | |
| Please let them awaken. | |
| The beauty of the trees | |
| And all the values they stand for, | |
| Oxygen turns into a breeze. | |
| Mankind can't take their breath away, | |
| 'Cos when the morning comes | |
| Its up to the spirits, the spirits to say: | |
| "Forgive and forget the last ones to give up the harm. | |
| The fighters will just bring a blind storm on their selves. | |
| There is no absolution in the harm." | |
| Now I owe this little man a promise: | |
| Reveal the precious gift of nature, | |
| And I will be the memory, | |
| For I can tell nothing has changed. | |
| The little man disappeared without a trace, | |
| In blood I wash my face. |