Gunns and roses they
don't realy mix.
As the chainsaws fire up
leaving nothing but sticks.
Where the forest of the
Tamar valley used to stand.
Soon there will be nothing but
sticks and stumps on that land.
Tearing down the forest
leaving the valley scared.
Is Gunns pulp mill ripping
the guts out of our back yard.
Who cares about what they do?
Its about time we spoke up me and you.
Gunns and roses they don't realy match.
As they rip up our forest
where those little birds hatch.
This is a valley that is wild and free.
This is a valley that belongs to you and me.
We all know not so many years ago.
When someone tried to dam the
Franklin River and stem its flow.
Who will think of the wildlife
when they don't have a home?
When they are standing out amongst
the sticks and the stumps all alone.
This is our land,
our patch of earth.
So turn to eachother and ask?
What is this valley realy worth?
Gunns pulp mill will leave this
valley not as it was or should be.
It will be a valley of sticks and
stumps for our children to see.
Gunns Are Black And Roses Are Red.
If Gunns get their way,
then our valley will be dead.
