I wrote this song in 1989 after hearing about Captain Cook’s arrival at Easter Island. At the time he arrived it was forested. Now the trees have all been cut down. It struck me at the time it was an analogue for the way humans have treated their world, particularly the Northern Hemisphere Industrialized Nations. Now with the Climate Crisis engulfing us this song still remains on message, but in the sadness there is hope. I wonder who will cut down the last tree?