Where are you now Chico?

Can you see if the world is changing

Do the winds blow hot and cold

Are the forest fires raging

This is your cry

Where are you now Chico?

Are you looking through the eyes

Of your children

Are they shining bright and true

In memory of you

And we need a revolution

This is your cry

Your heart, your soul, your life

This is the garden

For which we have to fight

This is your cry

Your heart, your soul, your life

This is the garden

For which we have to fight

You lie on the forest floor

in leaves of gold

But you rise with the morning mist

You fall with the evening rose

And the day will come

When you reach for the sun

T.Hunter, J.Pigott,