In the days of early knowledge
And response to nature's gifts
When stones rhymed with our lives
When they harken to the tone of our abiding calls
Stones...shaped for cutting;for falling foes.
Men then in their embryo
Then, in their beliefs.
Now, stones' strength abide in stones
Aged days strenthens to rebirth
Reswitch at a snail's pace into modernity
That village in Africa
Where stones' life seems never to run out
Were heavied with their beliefs
Is the land of our kinsmen.