Rachel went a walking in the woods at twilight
Talking to the animals, listening to the trees
She heard the beauty in the whistling songbird
The rustling of the hickory, the buzzing of the bees
She wandered, wondering what could she bring
To give a voice to the silence of the spring
One day came the big bulldozers
The planes dropping chemicals, the people cutting trees
Rachel saw the bald eagle suffering
High up in the canopy to the edge of the sea
She wandered, wondering what could she bring
To give a voice to the silence of the spring
Oh they're tearing the big trees down
Covering the crops with a cloud of spray
The bulldozers and the high rises from town
Will come so close you can't hear the forest sounds
Rachel wrote a book on an old typewriter
About the poison in the atmosphere and in the air that we breathe
She told the truth and the world started listening
She was talking for the animals, speaking for the trees
She wandered, wondering what could she bring
To give a voice to the silence of the spring