Lyrics

Glide atop the canopy, a sprig of light, defusionary gleam
Today you live, tomorrow brings a scent of death or life in everything
The forest holds a sorcery, a cure ubove the human malady
The smoke and fire is closing in, the rumble moves the trunk of every tree

Chickenweed, Goosefoot, Lemongrass, Meadowsweet, Nightshade, Motherwort, Shepards purse and Butterfly weed

Nahuata indians and a thousand years of tribal remedies
We civilize and suffocate
The ground is turning loose of all it's trees. And have we mentioned oxygen?
Retarded photosynthesizing greed with row on row communities, again the smoke snakes out the chimney

Say oh shay a mico de abre