the sun shines down so fierce
I'd give my soul for some water
and they're cutting
the old cottonwoods down
they dammed all the water
in the Rio from the Grande
to the Mexican Bravo
there's only a sliver left of the Bosque
and they're cutting
the old cottonwood down
have they forgotten after a rain
the silver leaves raised to the heavens
as we sat hand-in-hand on the portal
and they're cutting
the old cottonwoods down
under the shade you see sky there
and birds that want to fly free
and lovers in awe of the mystery
but they're cutting
the old cottonwoods down
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