Oh, Mama, well Look what's been done You can only see the stars After the setting Sun You Run for the money You don't even know about Wild mountain honey Come on, Mama Heal this lonesome land Grow the tree of holiness In this desert land Come on, children now Learn how to run By Heaven, the stars The Moon, and the Sun Come on, Papa Your end is the means Don't treat your lovin' goodness For the golden machine You Run for the money You don't even know about Wild mountain honey