Hundreds of square miles of desolation are
Scarred by the bulldozer's claws,
Ripped by the roadways and pylons and
Levelled by Big Brother's laws
Hellish smoke-clouds obscure the horizon,
Poison and brimstone hang in the air,
Killing green trees with corrosion
Of acid that leaves our lakes bare,
Where is the land of our fathers
Now the green hills and valleys are gone,
Buried by industrial ogres,
Trashed and much trampled upon?
Where is the welcoming home ground
Now everything is boarded, closed down,
Where are our hopes for the future
When everyone's already left town?
I hear Arthur and his knights are awakening
To free this land in her hour of need,
To rescue us all from the slow death
Being brought by industrial greed.
Roll on that glad day of deliverance,
Freedom from the strangle-hold curse;
All power to the standing opposition,
To the enemies of our Mother Earth