This Place - Joni Mitchell

作词：Joni Mitchell

作曲：Joni Mitchell

Sparkle on the ocean

Eagle at the top of a tree

Those crazy crows always

Making a commotion

This land is home to me

I was talking to my neighbor

He said When I get to heaven

If it is not like this

I'll just hop a cloud and

I'm coming right back down here

Back to this heavenly bliss

You see those lovely hills

They won't be there for long

They're gonna tear 'em down

And sell them to California

Here come the toxic spills

Miners poking all around

When this place looks

Like a moonscape

Don't say I didn't warn ya

Money money money

Money makes the trees come down

It makes mountains into molehills

Big money kicks the wide

Wide world around

Black bear in the orchard

At night he's in my garbage cans

He's getting so bold but

No one wants to shoot him

He's got a right to roam this land

I feel like Geronimo

Used to be as trusting as Cochise

But the white eyes lies

He's out of whack with nature

And look how far his weapons reach

Spirit of the water

Give us all the courage and the grace

To make genius of

This tragedy unfolding

The genius to save this place