Call of the Moose

I listen to the older folks, to what they have to say
 And I listen to the waterfall, begging for another day
 And I listen to an eagle cry, dying high in the sky
 And I listen to the call of the moose, as she lays down to die
 Don't you know, you gotta let 'em be
 Don't you know, can't you see?
 Now I listen to the man of the law, I listen to his way
 And I listened to a crack of a gun, and I'm the one that had to pay
 And I listen to the Ojibway chant, and to the drumming of the Cree
 And I listen to the cry of the people, dying of mercury
 Don't you know, you gotta let 'em be
 Don't you know, can't you see?
 Don't you know, you gotta let 'em be
 Let 'em be
 And I listen to a whippoorwill, the crickets are all in tune
 And I listen to a dying tree, and to the whistling of a loon
 And I listen to a howling wolf, echo throughout the night
 And I listen to the bark of a seal, and he's just a bloody sight
 Don't you know, you gotta let 'em be
 Don't you know, can't you see?
 Don't you know, you gotta let 'em be
 Don't you know, can't you see?