Give Me a Home Where the Rivers Don’t Foam

The Raging Grannies Songbook, 1993

Oh, give me a home where the rivers don’t foam,
And the squirrels and chipmunks can play,
Where the lakes all have fish you can put on your dish,
And the skies are not smoggy and grey.

Chorus:

Home, home on the earth,

Your beauty’s beginning to fade.

We’ve got to act fast,

Our luck it won’t last.

Our home we just can’t throw away.

Those nuclear wastes are inclined to escape

When into the ground they are dumped.

We don’t want PCBs in the birds and the bees

And dioxin on our babies’ rumps.

Chorus

Oh, give me a home safe inside the ozone.

There’s danger in those cosmic rays.

Oceans up to our neck from greenhouse effect—

Please don’t wash all this beauty away.

Chorus