The strangers are felling our forests
Denuding our land of her clothes
And leaving a desolate country
All peppered with rocks and bare stones
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
A fog has come over the landscape
And smut falls, like snow, from the sky
In the night-time, we hear foxes wailing
And human babies cry
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Krunchie Killeen - Lament for Forests Lyrics
Krunchie Killeen - Lament for Forests Lyrics
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The strangers are felling our forests
Denuding our land of her clothes
And leaving a desolate country
All peppered with rocks and bare stones
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
A fog has come over the landscape
And smut falls, like snow, from the sky
In the night-time, we hear foxes wailing
And human babies cry
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Denuding our land of her clothes
And leaving a desolate country
All peppered with rocks and bare stones
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
A fog has come over the landscape
And smut falls, like snow, from the sky
In the night-time, we hear foxes wailing
And human babies cry
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Our leaders have fled o'er the ocean
Our people are left in distress
All the sweet birds have stopped their sweet singing
And the animals have nowhere to rest
We pray for a better tomorrow
When everyone will live in peace
When the crops and the trees will recover
And all exploitation will cease
Writer: Proinnsias Cillín
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