Come walk with me through forests green and search the littered ground;
and watch the earth transform itself, a world of sight and sound

The sound of ants and bees and such,
pollinating flowers and the trees, the birds are singing songs for us, just for you and me

The trees grow tall toward the sun, let them stay where they have stood, what happens to the forest green, if we chop down all the wood

Lets leave the forest standing, I like the birdies song, we will never hear them singing if the forest. it's all gone?

The ants are marching, side by side,
up trees with leaves of green,
so come with me into the forest deep,
and feel and see, just what I mean