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