Leitch Fare thee well ye tribes of olden Families of Man Long before the Age of Iron 'Round the yew did stand. Fare thee well ye wild pain-mounted In your stony ring Long before the age of debters 'Round the yew did sing. We are all together, we are one The wandering tribe of Man around the sun And though we bow to mechanical gods We are all together, cowering like dogs. Fare thee well great forest country Horn and stag and boar Fare thee well your crystal fountain Virgin fear no more. Sad no more the flowing wind Shall lift your tangled hair Sad the geese are winging homeward Through the poisoned air. We are all together, we are one The wandering tribe of Man around the sun And though we bow to mechanical gods We are all together, cowering like . We are all together, we are one The wandering tribe of Man around the sun And though we bow to mechanical gods .