This wanton sad destruction
Seen with our own eyes
We clear the lands, and black the skies
And bring on our demise

One day we’ll all awaken
When forest lands are bare
We’ll see through guilty reddened eyes
The green man standing there

Ooh, last tree falling down

And we will know we’ve gone too far
When sap has turned to tears
For he who’s told a thousand tales
Has none for coming years

He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies
We hear his songs, we hear his cries
We see his face, in every tree
We feel his presence, wild and free

He is the one who transcends death
His ancient spirit calls
For us to move out of harms way
Before the last tree falls

So celebrate your wild soul
Don’t look the other way
‘Cause it will come and get you
So dance, and sing, and play

Ooh, last tree falling down

We should sing his wisdom
Of which we’re all a part
And calm the green man’s anger
And sooth the green man’s heart

He comes, he goes, he lives, he dies
We hear his songs, we hear his cries
We see his face, in every tree
We feel his presence, wild and free

Your stories are the oldest
Your songs still sung today
You, of many faces
Will have the final say

We neglect you at our peril
You are nature calling
So help us with our wisest choice
To stop the last tree falling

Ooh, last tree falling down