I miss you, Glen Creed. I loved when you would sing this one and open up your surprising baritone range for the end of the phrase. The sadness for human disregard for the wild stark beauty of the natural world was real for you when you sang this song. At least your death hopefully ended your suffering.
my mom always tells a great story where she and her sister went to a concert, while the rest of the audience sat in respectful silence- my mom and her sister yelled at the top of their lungs : "We Love You, Cat Stevens !!!!! " like the screaming kids at early Beatle shows