You say you dont need the mountains,
You dont need the trees.
You dont 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,
Dont bring them,
Dont you bring them inside.

Dont trim the borders,
Dont poison the waters,
Dont 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.