Now comes the silent creeping progress
That steals familiar sights of youth,
The close-knit pubs that now are lifeless
I need no further damning proof.
The fields and meadows where I wandered
Are covered now with bricks of clay,
It's often now that I have pondered
On how life changes day by day.
So listen well,don't take for granted
The woods and rivers that you see
For mighty oaks can't be transplanted
Away from vandals such as we.
The pace of life is so much faster
Darting,scrabbling lust for wealth.
Gain has now become our master,
Stress that slowly kills our health.
Communities are gone forever,
We hide concealed behind closed doors,
Village life's become too clever,
Life's too quick for us to pause.
It's been a hard and lengthy progress
To flush the yokel from his lair
Rolls on the silent creeping progress
And sad to say we're almost there.