When we went off away from the forest
we did travel far to get a taste of so much more
we dug up the roots of all the stories, put 'em in a pot

and brought them to a firey road
we fed on these things without a worry
never gave a thought to the coming of the winter storm

gone away gone away what was yesterday
make a meal, make a bed tuck your feet in
rested elbows twice on a table can be nice

but the comforts they can be deceiving
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The seasons are not what they once seemed

the berries all are green though summers at a fine high crest
we lifted our shirts up in a hurry
reaching for the belly hollow from the long cold rest

we slept up all the fat but there'd be no more of that
cause there must be some disease 'neath the canopies
swinging tails from trees we could gathered what we need

give away what we had our first share of
but now the forks and knives with the sacrifice
we could bare only some can believe in

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when we in turn we find all the leaves had died
had we all gone away for a such a long time

we are a like so sweet and enough to eat
but now its all just bones and a long way away from home