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