Whoa, ah, mercy mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows from the north and south and east
Whoa, mercy, mercy me, mercy father
Ah things ain't what they used to be, no, no
Oil wasted on the oceans
And upon our seas, fish full of mercury
Ah, oh mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no
Radiation under ground and in the sky
Animals and birds who live nearby are dying
Oh, mercy, mercy me
Ah, things ain't what they used to be
What about this overcrowded land
How much more abuse from man can she stand?
Oh, no no
My sweet Lord
No, no, no
My Lord, My sweet Lord