You say you don’t need the mountains,
You don’t need the trees.
You don’t need living waters
Or unpolluted breeze.

Why should you care
Where
The bald cypress grow,
Or where the wolves,
Big cats,
And buffalo go?

We all need the wildness
Of this holy ground.
Oh, go around son,
Go around, go around.

Where dark is still dark,
And the night still holds stars.
Where hoof-prints and footprints
Outnumber the cars.

Progress has a place
It's in a world that surrounds.
Oh, go around son,
Go around, go around.

Keep your drills
Keep your pipelines,
Don’t bring them,
Don’t you bring them inside.

Don’t trim the borders,
Don’t poison the waters,
Don’t damn sacred rivers from the outside.

We all need the quiet
Of this holy ground.
Oh, go around son,
Go around, go around.

Go around son
Please go around, this is sacred ground,
Go around son, go around.