Lyrics

Poison In The Skies

Politics, technology, and money most of all
Ah, maybe we can stall for just a little longer
Genetics is ecology, we'll make enough to feed us all
After all, the world is smalland we'll be so much stronger

And,Oh so quickly, dying butterflies
The mother's sick, enough of all the lies
There's poison in the skies
What if the mother dies?
First the butterflies
What if she dies?

Fields of wheat and fresh green corn
Oh, how her garden grows
The loving wind it blows
So she can feed us
She looks the way she always did
Fire burns and water flows
But, no one really knows
Where this is going to lead us

And, Oh so quickly, dying butterflies
The mother's sick. enough of all the lies
There's poison in the skies
What if the mother dies?
First the butterflies
What if she dies?

I reat that, far across the sea,
Some people dared say no
"We will not let that poison grow
We simply do not want it."
They burned the crops and plowed the earth
and destroyed those wicked seeds
They left the fields to fill with weeds
Like ghost towns, bleak and haunted

'Cause, Oh so quickly, dying butterflies
The mother's sick, enough of compromise
There's poison in the skies
What if the mother dies?
Ah, first the butterflies
What if she dies?
Enough of greed and lies
What if she dies?
Yea, first the butterflies....

c copyright 1999 Carolyn Baron