Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a’ going And I'm left all alone by myself We used to hunt the cool caverns Deep in our forest of green Then came the road and the tavern And you've found a new love it seems Once I had you and the wild wood Now it's just dusty road And I can't help but blaming your going On the coming, the coming of the road Look how they've cut all to pieces Our ancient poplar and oak The hillside is stained with their greases That burns up the heavens with smoke We used to curse the bold crewmen Who stripped our land of its ore Now you've changed and you've gone over to them And you've learned to love what you hated before Once I thanked God for my treasures Now like rust, it corrodes And I can't help from blaming your going On the coming, the coming of the road (X2)