The village used to be all one really needs
And they're a little like me
Into something more productive
With no one to stay with
Songwriter: Tim Patrick Smith
And now when the rain comes we can be thankful
This place, this place
Or two around this place
We have all we need
1891 they roamed around and foraged
When they got back they're all mixed up
That has grown in our garden
That mostly surround you, you wish to flee
When they got back they're all mixed up
Thought we were due for a change
When they got here all exhausted
With no one to stay with
Publisher: MIDLAKE
With no one to stay with
Chosen specially for you and I
I wonder what if my name had changed
We will step outside
Struggling for so long
They made their house from stone
Thought we were due for a change
Well, they're a little like you
Traveling many miles knowing they'd get here
But it's not like you, so listen to me, listen to me
Oh, and when the morning comes
Who will live inside?
Or two around this place
Stone-cutters made them from stones
With no one to stay with
When they got back they're all mixed up
We like the newness, the newness of all
In which to take along
Like Roscoe been born in 1891
Or two around this place
The mountaineers gathered timber piled high
We will not find another man in sight
They made their house from cedars
They were glad and so they took off
On the roof leaks they got started
When the mountaineers saw that everything fit
Now it's filled with hundreds and hundreds of chemicals
Waiting with my aunt Roselin
Whenever I was a child
When they got back they're all mixed up
Thought we were due for a change