Coming Of The Roads — Peter, Paul & Mary

Now that our mountain is growing with people hungry for wealth How come it's you that's a-going And i'm left all alone by myself? We used to hunt the cool caverns deep in our forest of green Then came the road and the tavern and you found a new love it seems

Once i had you and the wildwood, now it's just dusty roads And i can't help but blamin' your going On the coming, the coming of the roads

Look how they've cut all to pieces our ancient redwood and oak And the hillsides are stained with the greases That burned up the heavens with smoke

You used to curse the bold crewmen Who stripped our earth of its ore Now you've changed and you've gone over to them And you've learned to love what you hated before

Once i thanked god for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes And i can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads.

Once i thanked god for my treasure, now like rust it corrodes And i can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads.

And i can't help but blamin' your goin' On the coming, the coming of the roads.