Coyot', coyote what have they done? Little brother, where where do you run?
They strychinined the mountain They strychinined the plain My little brother, the coyote Won’t come back again
When you hear him singing The few that are left He's warning the human race of his death Don't poison the mesas don’t poison the sky Or you won't be back Little brother, goodbye
There will be no one to listen And no one to sing and never, and never Will there be spring Coyot', coyote what have they done?
