The Coming Of The Roads

Now that our mountain is growing With people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a-going And I'm 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 wild wood Now, it's just dusty roads And I can't help from blamin' your going On the coming, the coming of the roads Look how they've cut all to pieces Our ancient poplar 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, you've changed and you've gone over to them And you've learned to love what you hated before Once I thanked God for my treasure Now like rust it corrodes And I can't help from blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads