Oh, mama, well look what's been done You can only see the stars after a setting sun You run for the money You don't even know about wild mountain honey Come on, mama, heal this lonesome land Grow the tree of holiness in this desert land Come on, children, now learn how to run By Heaven, the stars, the moon, and the sun Come on, papa, your end is the means Don't treat your lovin' goodness for the golden machine You run for the money You don't even know about wild mountain honey