Sheâs feeling so sad now, like a clownDouble exposure, double frownsAs she sits there high up in that treeJulie she wonders now sheâs the only oneCaring enough to call the earht her homeAs she hears those machines roarJulie, redwood pioneerNothing has changed since she heard that old songTheyâre cutting the hair again of her beloved oneAnd sheâs high now, high againThe wind whispers lullabies so Julie can sleep60 meters from her past so deep, the future must be savedJulie, redwood pioneerThose guys below her on the groundAre fighting cause time is moneyAnd Julie needs to be shut downBut the wind and the trees so firmly fightThe branches keep her so tightThat Julie canât be reached