They were sitting alone in a field
The grass was warm in the sun
When they suddenly saw a vision of steel
and concrete and cars by the ton.

We were lying, our backs on the grass
The clouds were sketched on the sky
When we caught a whiff of fumes and exhaust
And we knew we were all going to die.

And a blackbird on a branch
Sang a song and did a dance.

I was working one day at my desk
The air was thick with pollution
The trees existed no more
For we hadn't found a solution.

And a sparrow refuge
Sadly stared right back at me when

Cut !

Said the world announcer with simplicity
Thumbing his nose and beginning to smile
What a terrible terrible terrible pity.
Tomorrow's the end of the endless world city !

Don't be sad
Don't be sad
You didn't do the wrong things because you were bad
You're not to blame
You're not to blame
God was the one who gave us this FAME.

We have killed
We have killed
Till the whole dear earth has had its life stilled
It's a shame
It's a shame
But in another million years it will all be the same.

Music by Michael Klein ~ Lyrics by Alan Wakeman
Arrangements by Everyone Involved
All words and music copyright © Arcturus Music Ltd. 1972 & 2008