An Anthem for a Doomed Short Wood 

(and all respect to Joni Mitchell)

So they’ll pave paradise

And put up a parking lot.

Maybe a neat new housing estate,

Costing much more money than we’ve got.
 

And so they always seem to say, 

That we don't know what we’ve got

‘Til it's gone

So we’ll pave paradise 
And put up a parking lot.

They’ll take all the trees

But they’ll give us a smart museum?

Then charge all the people

A pound or more just to see 'em.

But I’m sure it always seems to go,

That you don't know what you’ve got

‘Til it’s gone

So we’ll pave paradise 

And put up your parking lot

Now, hey there farmer keep breathin’

In your clean, clean air now,

Oh, but you don’t live round here so I s’pose 

You don’t really care though.

And so it really seems to go,

That we won’t know what we’ve got til it’s gone,

Just pave paradise 
And put up your parking lot.

And, yes we’ll get some nice big trucks

Going down our busy main roads now,

Or maybe, a lovely new golf course 

That’s not all that I’m told now.
 

But hey, does it always have to go

(chorus)

Maybe, soot on my washing?

And shaky ground under my feet now,

Grey clouds hover above me and 

My apples don’t taste very sweet now.

But, yes you got it…
(all join in now!)

So wave goodbye to the birds,

We will surely miss their merry tune,

And the bees will go with them 

And won’t be coming back very soon.

 But, hey, we’ll always have a price to pay,

And we won’t wake up until it’s all gone.

So I’ll just have a moan today and 

Our kids can play in the parking lot 

(chorus repeat)

 Yes a cliché…the words are mostly changed and the grammars’ all wrong,
but still… dedicated to the ‘wish tree’ that still lives in Short Wood. Hopefully 
the ancient wrekin forest will be left alone and UK Coal will work around the 
trees. 
Fingers crossed.
AndromedaHeightz+