I have heard the songs about the coal mines
Stripping mountainsides of beauty
Heard the songs of whales
To make a marble statue weep
And I have wept to see the ice run crimson
For the sake of human fashion
Heard the forests groaning
As the axes cut them deep
But it never touched me deeper
Than the tears upon my face
And it never lasted than a day
Until that summer when I went
Back home to visit friends and family
And I saw what they have done
To Charlesworth Bay.
Now it's not the kind of place that ad-men
Want to glorify in posters
Not the kind of place to
Set a greenies heart alight
And I can't say that it filled my dreams
Or even held a special memory
But when I look back on my life
It's in ny line of sight
And t he cry left my lips that day
Came not from conscience thinking
I had no chance to think of what to say
It was a griefso pure and deep
That I cannot tell where it came from
When I saw what they had done
To Charlesworth Bay.
Now I have spent my holidays
In hotels at the seaside
I have stood on sun-drenched balconies
And breathed the salt sea mist
But not again shall I lie by some pool or stroll
Some private shoreline
Without wandering
Whose Charlesworth Bay was this?
So now when I hear songs of coalmines
Or of forests gone forever
Or of city buildings sacrificed
To feed the millionaires
I see again the giant shadow cast where
Once the marsh and swamp were
Feel again the rising anger
And the bitter sting of tears
For I have never felt so frightened
For the future as that morning
When I saw what they had done to Charlesworth Bay
Oh justt look at what they've
Done to Charlesworth Bay