Now that our mountain is growing with people hungry for wealth
How come its you thats a-going
And Im left all alone by myself?
We used to hunt the cool caverns deep in our forest of green
Then came the road and the tavern and you found a new love it seems

Once I had you and the wildwood, now its just dusty roads
And I cant help but blamin your going
On the coming, the coming of the roads

Look how theyve cut all to pieces our ancient redwood 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 its ore
Now youve changed and youve gone over to them
And youve learned to love what you hated before

Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes
And I cant help but blamin your goin
On the coming, the coming of the roads.

Once I thanked God for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes
And I cant help but blamin your goin
On the coming, the coming of the roads.

And I cant help but blamin your goin
On the coming, the coming of the roads.