Our shadows fall


Our shadows fall

In the coal fields of Pennsylvania

On the cold streets of Penrhiwceiber*

Our shadows fall in the same way.

In the hot winds of Matahara*

In the wild fire hell of California

Peoples eyes search endlessly for rain.

In the flooded rice fields of Dhaka

In the flood destroyed homes of Westphalia

People wonder is this the new future.

In the ice fields of Antarctica ice sheets break away

Seas are rising, the world’s weather is astray

But we choose our way, we choose our future.

Our shadows fall in the same way.




Penrhiwceiber* a small former mining village in the Rhondda, South Wales.

Matahara* a a small township on the road from Addis Ababa, Ethiopa to Djibouti