And no one shall mark the grave of the last man... The chieftain stares into the fire A shadow of a tear upon his face He's not really wise or old, no gets old no more He just happens to be leading The remnant of the race And he knows not all will make the night He knows this time they've lost the fight Some still speak of the flower-tribe Who laid their weapons down, and tried To live in peace, but were overrun When greed replaced need Then fast downhill it went from there Until all the land was bare Now they cower in the moonless night And pray they'll see the day Lesser sons of greater sires Bearing wood to their own pyres One of them may look towards the sky And raise his broken voice to cry... O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone The hunters tell of a place they've found Where paper stands in leather bound Filled with mystic signs That none now can unwind And one who says he's very bold Claims he's seen a chest of gold But the others say such things are vain They give no shelter from the rain The vulture riding winds up high Espies these wicked creatures die From time to time his blood will chill When he hears their song from hill to hill O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone When all again is wrapped in green And the balance is restrained None will recall the sad laments Of dethroned kings of yore O, Mother Earth, how could we forget The gifts you gave, the things you let Us do to you, to live off you And dance beneath the stars O, Mother Earth, how could we have known The love you gave's not lightly thrown Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons Or have your peace once we are gone