The Coming Of The Roads

The Coming of the Roads - Judy Collins

Now that our mountain is growing

With people hungry for wealth

How come it's you that's a going

And I'm left all alone by myself

We used to hunt the cool caverns

Deep in our forest of green

Then came the road and go maountain prots

Put or our pourin' use

Once I thanked God for my treasure

Now like rust it corrodes

And I can't help from blamin' your goin'

On the coming

The coming of the roads

Look how they've cut all to pieces

Our ancient poplar and oak

And the hillsides are stained with the greases

That burned up the heavens with smoke

You used to curse the bold crewmen

Who stripped our earth of it's ore

Now you've changed and you've gone over to them

And you've learned to love what you hated before

Once I had you and the wild wood

Now it's just dusty roads

And I can't help from blamin' your going

On the coming

The coming of the roads