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