I sat beside a waterfall
Far from the path I'd strayed
The parrots in the trees
The tree frogs in the glade
Played a jungle symphony
Beneath the forest canopies deep shade
Lost in time I drifted to
The patterns of the rain
Mmhmm
A vision of an
old and wizened Indian Filled my eyes
He said the fish will flee
The jungle birds will fly
These mighty trees will tumble,
roads will scar the earth,
and smoke will fill the sky.
Then like the smoke he rose and vanished in the falling rain.
Out in the falling rain.
How can it be these giant trees will feel the winds of change?
Since time began this magic land had surely stayed the same.
I believed it would remain eternal.
And when I returned the orchids still would bloom and rain,
renew the forest fern.
I went back to walk that path,
but everything had changed.
What happened to the trees the jungle parrots call?
What happened to the orchid that was
blooming there beside the waterfall?
Now there's nothing left
but ashes in the rain.
Ashes in the rain.
Gone these woods primeval,
man's own greed must bear the blame.
All that's left of this cathedral is ashes in the rain.
Ashes in the rain.
Ashes in the rain.
Ashes in the rain.