When the forest becomes a tree I'll be sitting with my axe between my knees When the river becomes the sea I'll be swimming for what's left of me When this village becomes a town And finally spreads its name around I'll be watching from afar With the comfort of my old guitar When this all is grass When this all is grass When the petals take their bloom I'll make sure that I have lots of room When the sparrows come to nest I'll make sure that they are treated best When the tree finally dies And I've wiped the tears out from my eyes I will burn the land it filled And another forest I will build