'Spaw would never forgive us if we failed to mention Neil Young's "After the Goldrush"

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying in the yellow haze of the sun.
There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home.