I watch the seasons change, a landscape rearranged I feel infatuated, nature leaves me liberated And so I have to go, where ancient woodlands grow And stand against the plan of progress from destructive man
Chorus Will you sit back and do nothing Whilst governments are desecrating Will you sit back and do nothing In apathy we’re suffocating
I’m touched by sacred sites, and I’m prepared to fight Cos when the diggers come, mother earth and you as one Experience the wild like when you were a child Defence no compromise, the roots of our dissent shall rise