Stone-cutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside

The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
In which to take along
Travelling many miles knowing they'd get here


When they got here all exhausted
On the roof leaks they got started

And now when the rain comes we can be thankful

When the mountaineers saw that everything fit

They were glad and so they took off

Thought we were due for a change

Or two around this place
When they got back they're all mixed up
With no one to stay with


The village used to be all one really needs
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals

That mostly surround you, you wish to flee
But it's not like you so listen to me listen to me


Oh and when the morning comes
We will step outside
We will not find another man in sight

We like the newness the newness of all
That has grown in our garden
Struggling for so long


Whenever I was a child
I wonder what if my name had changed

Into something more productive
Like Roscoe been born in 1891
Waiting with my aunt Roslein


Thought we were due for a change
Or two around this place

When they got back they're all mixed up
With no one to stay with


1891 they roamed around and foraged
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stone

Well they're a little like you
Adn they're a little like me
We have all we need


Thought we were due for a change
Or two around this place

This place
This place


When they got back they're all mixed up
With no one to stay with
When they got back they're all mixed up

With no one to stay with