Does anyone remember, does anybody care,
the days we danced together with feathers in our hair.
Rivers ran together, to sing a crystal tune,
stones skipped on the water, circles around the moon.
Oooh hey yea yea- when the full moon shines
the mountains pines are swaying.
ooh yea yea- close your eyes and listen to the guitars
playing - little mountain girl
Built a box together, filled it full of songs,
and buried it on the mountain beneath a pile of bones.
Then we said goodbye forever,
to the hell that was our home and set out across the
flatlands, for 40 years to roam
