Rachel and I walking in the woodshed twilight
Talking to the animals, listen to the trees
She heard the beauty and the whistling song bird
The rustling of the hickory
The buzzing of the bees
She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
To give a voice to the silence of the spring
One day came the big bulldozer
The flames dropping kamikaze
The people cutting trees
Rachel saw the bald eagle suffering
High up in the canopy, to the edge of the sea
She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
To give a voice to the silence of the spring
And don't let tearing the big trees down
They covering the crops with the clouds of spray
And the bulldozers and the high rises from town
Will come so close, you can't hear the forest sound
Rachel wrote a book on an old type writer
About poisoning the atmosphere
And in the air that we breathe
She told the truth and the world started listening
She was talking for the animals, speaking for the trees
She wonders, wondering what could she bring?
To give a voice to the silence of the spring.