Bros try 7 version

I say green is the colour, it's the colour
of our land,
It was painted, created by his hand
Say what's the master-plan to save the
promised land
And who'll, who'll heal her wounds for us
And our children
Let me tell you now
We're the reason why there'll be no birds in the sky
We got to put our hands together,
Cause we're running out of time
We've got to stop it now, we've got to try
We've got to stop it now, we've got to try
The land and the seas, these are beauties that bleed
The skies that are weeping
But what about the mouths that need feeding
Let me tell you now
We're the reason why there'll be no birds in the sky
We got to put our hands together
Cause we're running out of time
We've got to stop it now, we've got to try
We've got to stop it now, we've got to try