How land erodes with tree stands knocked down,
Until it all turns to sand.
Yes, ’n’ how many trees must men smite for sale
Till what they reap's contraband?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the carbon ash fly
Before coal's not torn from the land?
Lung cancer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
And cancer is growin’ 'cause we've sinned.

How many years can coal mountains exist
Before they're trashed to a stream?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can numb people be grist
Till more will speak loudly green dream?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man spurn their dread,
Pretending coal's just making steam?
Lung cancer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
Enhanced further, owin’ Earth we've skinned.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see clear sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many breaths will they take till we know
That powerful people have lied?
One answer, my friend, is sowin’ forests thinned,
Another is growin’ sun and wind.