| Song | The Eyes Of The Forest |
| Artist | Mostly Autumn |
| Album | The Last Bright Light |
| I have seen you cutting down trees | |
| Trees that were planted | |
| To aid you to breathe | |
| And I've seen you pluck carelessly | |
| Fruit yet unripened | |
| Then discard their seeds | |
| Over mist, through leaves | |
| I have seen | |
| Change in the fields | |
| Where corn once stood in sheaves | |
| Scattering poisons? | |
| Tainting our earth | |
| No salute to life's cycle | |
| No hope of rebirth |