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AIRE (c) 1976 Roy Wheelock aka wroy
(in the manner of a folk song)

Way out under Western skies
Way out dark October lies
South Missouri onyx caves
Smokey Mountain coal filled haze
Is the air that I breath

I once knew an Indian
Said all this trouble and woe
Is due to the fact that the first white man
Just ripped him off his soul

Northern California
Is where I wanted to be
Northern California
Where the wind comes from the sea
Northern California
Oh I wish you still could be
But we built the Bart
Hey another New York
and chopped the Redwoods down for trees

Oh Canadian mountain range
South Texican border range
Broad Midwestern cattle range
North American Missile Range
Protect me, just let me be
The Earth and me

We're killing off the ocean
We're mucking up the sea
They say the Great Gulf Stream ain't running
Not the way that it used to be
And the government is saying
You can see it in the fields and streams
(and in the children)
And the air that you breath

Northern California
Is where I wanted to be
Northern California
With the Spirits in the Trees
Northern California
Oh I wish you still could be
When the land turns into sea

Alaskan Mountains high
Oh, how the Florida beaches lie
To the Earth is who we owe our lives
And the air that we breath
And the air that we breath
And the air that we breath


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]