"The Singing People" (poem)

There was a tribe of singing people
and every word was in a song
No-one knew why they did it.
No-one thought it could be wrong.

Every word brought sunshine
and passion ... or the rain
but always in their key of life
that softened any pain.

One day came some lightning
then people in ugly clothes
They all stayed together
and always stood in rows.

They smiled and were waving
strange machines would sometimes flash
It seemed they might be speaking
but the feeling wouldn't last.

There was no song in these people
What did they come here for
they come to share our sunshine
but we feel there's something more

What is it they could want
What is it they could want

(Break - Guitar knows it is the last chance to sing as it knows what will come)

In time they came to understand
the things the Ones would say
and then they could reply to them
in exactly the same way.

They discovered many things from them
all good things for their lives
There would come such abundance
It would bring a new sunrise.

In learning from each other
they covered many things
and no-one seemed to notice
the tribe no longer sings.

Soon enough they lost their language
and the things that it could see
but now there were so many ways
to set all people free

In that freedom they weren't singing
as they had found another shore
but there is no song of plenty,
all it wants is more.

The women started crying aloud,
our babies don't look well.
I'm afraid we all have lost our way
and found ourselves in Hell.

The men listened to their crying
and agreed with all they heard.
There wasn't any question
They must go back where they were.

They begged for forgiveness,
we only want to go back home.
Can you find it in your hearts
to leave us all alone.

It didn't happen quickly
but in time it came to pass
the people found their homeland
and this time it would last.

Perhaps in only minutes
there was an ancient sound
it struck them all together
what was lost had now been found.