MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1, female voice]
They just watched as the trees went down,
As they came to put their money down,
People swarmed from everywhere,
Stripped her bare and left her there.

Born of rain, of sun, and ground,
That stood the test of time so proud,
Watching Man ascend so boldly,
Taking home her bounty.

[Refrain]
They were,
Once tall,
No one could see her,
Watching them fall.

[Verse 2, male voice, deep, husky]
So soon they came back for more,
Refuse to live as they did before,
But all they found was a barren land,
Unsuited for the likes of Man.

Born of clay, of fire, and rain,
Proud through dusk, unbowed by pain,
Man’s desire, a wound too wide,
Ripped her heart from deep inside.

[Refrain – Choir]
They were,
Once tall,
No one could feel her,
Tears as they fall.

[Chorus – Ethereal]
She wore silvery curls,
High upon the crown of the world,
She never cried over baubles and things
But wept aloud.

[Chorus – Ethereal]
She wore silvery curls,
High upon the crown of the world,
She never cried over baubles and things
But wept aloud.

[Verse 3]
Ashes cloak where giants once thrived,
No song, no stir, nothing alive,
Rivers rage, clawing the land,
Where rooted forests made their stand.

Born of fire, of stone, of rain,
She bore the scars, endured the pain,
Only ghosts remain of the tall and proud,
She sows their seeds as she weeps aloud.

[Refrain – Choir]
They were,
Once tall,
No one could hear her,
Echoes through all.

[Instrumental Break – slow, mournful, space for reflection]

[Chorus – Ethereal, atmospheric, distant voices]
She wore silvery curls,
High upon the crown of the world,
Her song rides the northern wind,
Her sorrow fades as her peace begins.

She wore silvery curls,
High upon the crown of the world,
Her voice reborn in the roaring rain,
Tears that restore her rightful reign.

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
They were…
Once tall…
They were…
Once tall…