Now we need more less
And a little common sense
Do we need the miles
It takes to bring us piles and piles of
What we grow in a place of our own
Or at least we did until we took the lid off all this

Harmony with the soil but our knees
Couldn't take the strain if we brought it back again
Because those skills are lost
At a cost that's bigger than our gain

Water from France
And our wine from Spain
Bottled and franc'd
And put into a plane and flown a
Thousand miles to the supermarket aisles
To save fifty pence such cynicism but you have to

Ask yourself do you need a choice of twelve
Or will one suffice
At a fair and honest price

Now I'm not so blind
To the limits of the kind
Of change that can take place
It's a question of assessing the priorities
Trading what we need for what make
Instead of selling honey to the bees