The tides will turn, the winds will blow,
The heavens will thunder, in winter it'll snow,
The skies will rain, the deserts will dry,
The seas will churn, the birds will fly,
The fire will burn, the ice will melt,
The people will die, the losses will be felt,
The days will pass, the leaves will fall,
The clocks will tick, the engines will stall,
The hairs will grey, the trees will bloom,
The stars will shine, the sun and the moon,
The sun will sink, the moon will rise,
The battles will rage, the people hear cries,
The world will spin, the seasons will turn,
The people plant seeds, the children will learn,
The people will cry, the people will rage,
The sun will shine, the people will age,
The shadows will fall, they'll consume all,
They'll destroy life, cause terror and strife,
They'll defy death, they'll wreck and beref,
Take back nature's precious gift,
Like a simple pennythrift,
Creation's done with.
