Old man bristlecone, please hear my plea:
Draw from your wealth of knowledge from the last ten centuries
Help me to tell my brothers and my sisters too
We've got to save our planet - and here's what we've got to do
We've got to:
Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere
Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear
Yesteryear

I don't see how they do it - rape our mother and her skies
All in the name of money and feed us with a pack of lies
I want to swim in the ocean and make castles in the sand
Not swim in all this garbage - people you've got to understand
We've got to:
Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere
Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear
Yesteryear

This is a simple song from a simple man
It brings a simple message - a message with a simple plan
We've got to clean up our oceans, we've got to clean up our skies
We've got to make corporations open up their fucking eyes
We've got to:
Manage our resources, protect our atmosphere
Leave a planet for our children like the man of yesteryear
Yesterye