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What do we tell the children?

What do we tell the children? – Lyrics by Ivan Drever

Which way will the branch bend
When there’s no wind left to blow?
Which way will the river run
When there’s no where left to go?

Chorus:
What do we tell the children
When they start to ask us why?
And where are the keepers
Who bled the whole thing dry?

What kind of air are we to breath
When there’s none to take in?
What kind of soil do we turn over
When the fallout’s been?
Chorus:

When do you think they’ll tell us?
Don’t they know that we know too?
When do you think they’ll listen
To the likes of me and you?
Chorus:

And what kind of rain will fall
On the land that’s dead and gone?
And what kind of flowers
Will look up for the sun?
Chorus:

What colour will the leaves be?
A darker shade of brown.
Is this the kind of legacy
To leave to the unborn?
Chorus:

Which way will the branch bend
When there’s no wind left to blow?
Which way will the river run
When there’s no where left to go?
Chorus:

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