CHORus

G
She gave us air,
Bm
She gave us food,
C
D
Why we’re so rude

She gave me water

She gave me breathe
She filled me when I’m thirsty
Why m I rude
C G
When will we save her from our
selfishness(x2)
C Cm
Why dont I save her from my selfishness

The soil once pure

And full of life,

Of farmers' strife;

No longer can
she stand our "love;"
Now we must flee
Like scattered dove;