Coming Of The Road Testo

Coming Of The RoadNow that our mountain is growingWith people hungry for wealthHow come it's you that's a goingAnd I'm left alone by myselfWe used to haunt the cool cabinDeep in our forest so greenThen came the road and the tavernAnd you found a new love it seemsOnce I had you in the wild woodsNow it's just dusty roadsAnd I can't help from blaming you goingTo the coming, the coming of the roadLook how they cut us to piecesOur ancient poplar and oakThe hillside it's stained with the greasesThat burns up the heavens with smokeYou used to curse the bold crewmenThat stripped our land of its oreNow you've changed and you've gone over to themAnd you've learnt to love what you hated beforeOnce I thank God for my treasureNow it's just dusty roadsAnd I can't help from blaming you goingTo the coming, the coming of the road