Stonecutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tender
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving 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
Ooh aah ooh
When the mountaineers
Saw that everything fit, they were
Glad and so they took off
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
The village used to be all one really needs
That'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, oh, oh and when the morning comes,
We will step outside
We will not find another man inside
We like the newness, the newness of all
That has grown in our garden soaking 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 devoid
A change or two
Around this place
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
1891
They looked around the forest
They made their house from cedars
They made their house from stones
Oh, they're a little like you, and
They're a little like me
When they're falling me
Thought we were devoid
A change or two
Around this place
(This place)
(This place)
When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with
(When they get back they're all mixed up with no one to stay with)
