Stonecutters 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 Traveling many miles, knowing theyd 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 Ooh aah ooh 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 get back theyre all mixed up with no one to stay with The village used to be all one really needs Now its filled with hundreds and hundreds of Chemicals that mostly surround you You wish to flee but its not like you So listen to me, listen to me Oh, oh, 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 wondered what if my name had changed into something more productive like Roscoe Been born in 1891 Waiting with my Aunt Rosaline Thought we were due for A change or two Around this place When they get back theyre 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 Oh, theyre a little like you, and Theyre 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 get back theyre all mixed up with no one to stay with When they get back theyre all mixed up with no one to stay with
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