In a moutain village far from the sea
Grows an ancient family tree,
From those people long ago,
To those who nowadays we know
The youngsters as "Who really cares
What one says or what one wears?"
Whilst elders say "Listen here my sons,
Who really cares? Well you'll be one!"
2You risk your lives in sport and play,,
You hope, I think, you'll survive the day,
To live and prosper well and long
And keep that youthfulness so strong.".
The world we see is not the same
The good old days we seldom blame,
For throwing hope into the trash
And base our lives on counting cash..
We throw out all the children's toys
Seek transient pleasure for our joys
Forgetting who we truely are,
Just dust from some faint and distant stars.