Western Waterloo

There he goes he's a trader
Moving on through the virgin land
Got the word from the government
That it's too late for a lowly man to make a stand

His reasons read like a prophecy
He made them up as he went along
Those who saw it as a fallacy
Are remembered as only dead and gone

And now we all know who was right
And the time showed who was wrong
We saw them wield with all their might
I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long
It wouldn't be long

He's come to change all the wilderness
Change the course of the rivers too
He's not about to stop for any rest
But somebody please say we're through

Here we go again and again
Save your woman, you save the land, save the children
They are the future hands in the Promised Land
They're the future hands in the Promised Land
They're the future hands in the Promised Land

And now they're left without a home
Somebody left them in the cold
Oh yeah