Coyote, My Little Brother
Peter Lafarge
Coyot', Coyotee
What have they done?
My little brother, where
Where do you run?
They strychinined the mountains
They strychinined the plains
My little brother, the coyote
Won't come back again
When you hear him singing
The few that are left
He's warning the human race
Of his death
Don't poison the mesas
Don't poison the sky
Or you won't be back
Little brother, goodbye
There will be no one to listen
And no one to sing
And never and never
Will there be spring
Coyot', Coyotee
What have they done?
My little brother, where
Where do you run?
