Coyote, My Little Brother
Coyot', coyote
What have we done?
Little brother
Where, where do you run?
We strychinined the mountain
We strychinined the plain
Little brother
The coyote won't come back again
When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He's warning the human race
Of his death
Don't poison the mesas
Don't poison the sky
Or you won't be back, little brother
Goodbye
There'll be no one to listen
And no one to sing
And never
Never will there be spring
Coyot', coyote
What have we done?
