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 fire pit 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 then the grass grows up to cover up the fire pit 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 up the fire pit and the forge

Half a world away from the Olduvai gorge