From some distance away we used to:
Hear the echo of the loon, across the pristine lake.
Hear the echo of the wolf, calling to it's mate.
Hear the echo of the buffalo, snorting and shuffling across the plain.
Hear the echo of the eagle, screeching as it soars above.
Echoes of Nature at Peace (but) No More

From some distance away we used to:
Hear the echo of drums, beating throughout the camps.
Hear the echo of laughter, coming from our children.
Hear the echo of arrows, whispering, thudding.
Hear the echo of our women's voices, while working with each other.
Echoes of Nature at Peace (but) No More

From some distance away we used to:
Hear the echo of the beaver, slapping it's tail against the water.
Hear the echo of thunder, bouncing off our mountians.
Hear the echo of our feet, dancing as one.
Hear the echo of the corn, growing in our fields.
Echoes of Nature at Peace (but) No More

From some distance away we used to:
Hear the echo of the flute, floating upon the air.
Hear the echo of the stream, trickling along it's path.
Hear the echo of the leaves, opening to the sun's embrace.
Hear the echo of the wind, singing on the breeze.
Echoes of Nature at Peace (but) No More

Now all too close we:
Hear the echo of bullets, piercing our hearts.
Hear the echo of our tears, shedding our sorrow.
Hear the echo of the flames, crackling around us.
Hear the echo of the pain, coursing through our bodies.
Echoes of Nature at Peace No More

Now all to close we:
Hear the echo of chainsaws, cutting down our trees.
Hear the echo of smokestacks, polluting our air.
Hear the echo of our ancestor's spirits, mourning our loss.
Hear the echo of silence, for nothing is there.
Echoes of Nature at Peace No More