Hills of my home I see so clearly Running from down south and way up north Committed now to my memory Hills of my home ain't there no more Machines have sat atop the mountains What they did we allowed them to do We closed our eyes all the while Now there's nothing left in our view Did we care for what was given us? Are we better off than before? How long can this crop sustain us? In the end where will we have to turn? You say we've been put to the purpose What we gave gone on to the greater good But the giving was never about us The greater good was never for the greater good And if there's money 'neath the ground I never seen it They took everything we ever had The soil and the streams above the coalfields Are but a scar now upon a broken land Did we care for what was given us? Are we better off than before? How long can this crop sustain us? In the end where will we have to turn?