Where are you now chico? Can you see if the world is changing Do the winds blow hot and cold Are the forest fires raging This is your cry
Where are you now chico? Are you looking through the eyes Of your children Are they shining bright and true In memory of you And we need a revolution
This is your cry Your heart, your soul, your life This is the garden For which we have to fight
This is your cry Your heart, your soul, your life This is the garden For which we have to fight
You lie on the forest floor In leaves of gold But you rise with the morning mist You fall with the evening rose And the day will come When you reach for the sun
