Patrick Dodd and Small Revolutions: FREE MUSIC

Final Stand

(Patrick Dodd)

Final Stand

On March the 7th in ‘05
The loggers they got in
To the top of Fiddler mountain
A place they’d never been
And in the name of salvage logging
They tortured that dear land
After running over every one
Who tried to make a stand

The first they took was old Saint Joan
Sitting in her chair
She cried this land is sanctified
And you should not be here
She cried, as she was drug away
You fools don’t understand
That I ain’t the first or last
Who will make a final stand

Chorus:
Notes from the fighting line
When you wish that love or blood or time
Could have saved a single tree
But then again I guess we’ll see
Cause we just cannot just go away
This is our sacred land
And if we must we’ll gather round
The last tree where it stands

For seven days we held the bridge
Bodies on the line
Folks chained and drug away each day
It was an awful time
Till twenty women lined the bridge
Standing hand in hand
As mothers and their daughters came
To make a final stand

Then they closed the forest down
Cast us all aside
And as I listened to the wilderness
I heard the north wind cry
In the name of grubbing profits
They have raped what once was grand
And I pray my children will return
To make a final stand

Chorus

Now the spring is drawing near
War is on the air
We know the logger will return
There’s still that tree up there
But if they do they’ll find us here
Following the plan
Gathered round the last trees
To make a final stand

Chorus and out