How many rivers must die in this land
before we see their pain?
How many trees must we tear down
beneath the urban strain?
Yes, and how many fish must float lifeless
and birds fade in silent pain?
The answer, my friend, is flowing in the river
The answer is flowing in the river
How much concrete must devour riverbanks
before we are scorched in the heat?
How much garbage must choke up our streams
before we learn our defeat?
Yes, and how many rivers must decay to sewers
while all living beings we cheat?
The answer, my friend, is flowing in the river
The answer is flowing in the river
(A tribute to Bob Dylan by Prajakta)
