On Vancouver Island, a forest so old the last of her kind she is mighty and bold but the big blades now are mowing her down farewell, farewell to Clayoquot Sound well the NDP had made a big noise trying to play the big games with all the big boys so they sold out her soul for hardly a cent the raw timber's cut and elsewhere is sent blow the bridge down, blow the bridge down in the dead of the night sink it into the ground for the sake of the soul of Clayoquot Sound take a deep breath and blow the bridge down upwards of thousands have stood in the way but police just come and take them each day and the government too has its own saws they're changing the charges by changing the laws what of the spirits that live in the trees what of the life, the quiet, the breeze what of our planet when it's stripped to the ground farewell, farewell to Clayoquot Sound what of our planet when it's stripped to the ground farewell, farewell to Clayoquot Sound