Page type: lyric reference
Artist: Wuthering Heights
Canonical path: /wuthering-heights/the-last-tribe-mother-earth
Related lyric paths: 6
Lyric guide
The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)
Read The Last Tribe (Mother Earth) lyrics by Wuthering Heights on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
person
Curated by Ethan Walker
LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Lyrics
The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
And no one shall mark the grave of the last man...
The chieftain stares into the fire
A shadow of a tear upon his face
He's not really wise or old, no gets old no more
He just happens to be leading
The remnant of the race
And he knows not all will make the night
He knows this time they've lost the fight
Some still speak of the flower-tribe
Who laid their weapons down, and tried
To live in peace, but were overrun
When greed replaced need
Then fast downhill it went from there
Until all the land was bare
Now they cower in the moonless night
And pray they'll see the day
Lesser sons of greater sires
Bearing wood to their own pyres
One of them may look towards the sky
And raise his broken voice to cry...
O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone
The hunters tell of a place they've found
Where paper stands in leather bound
Filled with mystic signs
That none now can unwind
And one who says he's very bold
Claims he's seen a chest of gold
But the others say such things are vain
They give no shelter from the rain
The vulture riding winds up high
Espies these wicked creatures die
From time to time his blood will chill
When he hears their song from hill to hill
O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone
When all again is wrapped in green
And the balance is restrained
None will recall the sad laments
Of dethroned kings of yore
O, Mother Earth, how could we forget
The gifts you gave, the things you let
Us do to you, to live off you
And dance beneath the stars
O, Mother Earth, how could we have known
The love you gave's not lightly thrown
Away, will you have mercy on your daughters and your sons
Or have your peace once we are gone
Quick answers
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)"?
Wuthering Heights performs "The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)", and this lyric page sits inside the Wuthering Heights catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "The Last Tribe (Mother Earth)"?
Yes. The related section below points to Away! and Midnight Song with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Wuthering Heights?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Wuthering Heights's lyric pages.
Song Room
Open Song Room
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
Listener comments
What people are saying
No listener comments on The Last Tribe (Mother Earth) yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.