Who knows where our ancestors go?
Who knows the places they have travelled before?
Who knows how they came to be here
How did they get the rocks up here so bare?
As families visit the beautiful of rocks of stone
No one wants to leave them alone
Thousands of years of history
Men women and children used to walk through these fields
The cap stone is one of the biggest in the world
How did it get here who knows?
With all the machinery we have today
No can explain how they stormed through the weather
Men were hunters as they would gather firewood and food
Women were home builders and keep the children from harm
Pictures hang close to show us of life back then
Hunter gathers were those men Men
Free to roam the fields of fruit filled life
Using their shark stones as they knife
Buried beneath the rocks so deep
When we stand by this place
We hear the bleating of the sheep
I remember running past the bull to get here
Two or three fields to pass him it was a good dare
Now there is a road and the lane with fruit filled life
We would run like the wind
To avoid the bull he would scare
The life out of us he ran with speed
We always got away
Lucky for us
I remember running past the bull to get here
Two or three fields to pass him it was a good dare
Now there is a road and the lane way is clear
So step back in time
To the ancestors of yester year
Read about their life be amazed by what they done
The evening light fills up the night
They show their
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