So you cut all the tall trees down,
You poisoned the sky and the sea,
You've taken what's good from the ground
But you left precious little for me,
You remember the flood and the fall,
We remember the light on the hill,
There should be enough for us all
But the dollar is driving us still
River runs red,
Black rain falls,
Dust in my hand,
River runs red,
Black rain falls
On my bleeding land
So we came and conquered and found
Riches of commons and kings
Who strangled and wrestled the ground
But they never put back anything,
Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage
Wherever the truth is pursued,
It must be the curse of the age,
What's taken is never renewed
River runs red,
Black rain falls,
Dust in my hand,
River runs red,
Black rain falls
On my bleeding land