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