In darkened woods the smell of falling 
Showers all around,
Keep in time with May Day flowers,
Make love to the ground.
I see the tree that watches me
And listens to my sound,
tree by any other name
Would surely cut me down

I'm the Lord High Human Being
Seeing, knowing all,
I'm Mother Nature's matricidal son
And that is all

black hawk moving slowly 
Through the darkness of the night,
Some creature small with back to wall
Should be his prey tonight.
The morning sun creates world news
As he puts up a fight
sun by any other name 
Would surely shed me light

These lyrics are probably wrong, but that's what I hear.