Montage - Men Are Building Sand lyrics

See the beams of steel as they rise Higher almost touching the skies Making room for the city's wealth Brick by brick from the storage shelf Not for those who are ill of health Men are building sand How deceiving Quite intriguing In my hand Tearing down the forest of wood Building on the land that was good All the trees are becoming scarce Beams replacing what once was gra** No more sand it's been turned to gla** Men are building sand How degrading They are fading In my hand As they build their towns made of steel Making use of things that were real Where's the patch where my garden lay? What's become of the fields we play? Asked the priest but he wouldn't say Men are building sand I can see them I can hear them Make the land