Sourdoire Valley Song

Bang the small rocks on the big ones

Till the small ones are sharp and clean

Catch something, kill something

New blade cuts real keen



And then the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge

Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge



Chew these roots for a toothache,

Chew these ones for atmosphere

Dream the pleasant dreams that people dream

When they grow up down here



And the the grass grows up to cover up the firepit and the forge

Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge



Take care of the old man

See if he's in pain

Have somebody stay with him

Comfort him when he complains

Keep to ourselves mostly

Few friends and fewer closer friends

Lead a long life if you're lucky

Hope it never ends



And then the grass grows up to cover to cover up the firepit and the forge

Half a world away from the Olduvai Gorge