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we were the first, and we shall be the last
when the world opened up like a flowers morning yawn
we danced in the hills and sang, drinking dew
with our songs came the flying birds
with our laughter came the running beasts
in the evening around the great fire
we told our stories and reveled in the night
sister midnight she was jealous
of our laughter and our songs
they should be ours, she said, ours alone
we created this world, and the darkness all around
why should they all steal the joy when it should be ours
and our childrens?
so she travelled to see big swifty
as he sailed across the blue sky
she wept and wailed awful hollered
please o swifty swifty bring them
bring our children from out the ground
now’s the time for them to shine
banish the laughter and the singing
lest our people die in silence
and big swifty saw she wept
and he saw the ache inside her
so he pointed to an ash pile and smiled upon it
and the ashes crawled and shuffled
and the ashes moaned aloud
and the ashes watched our laughter and they slowly tried
then the ashes stood up tall
looked down on us and sneered at our joy
when they saw they could not join us
they had to have it and so they slew us
one by one our people fell
to the dirt and to the ashes
one by one our voices called out
but sister midnight turned her face
some were hiding when the death came
some hid by and watched the horror
through the screams and the ichor
they held their tongues
in the morning crept away they
hid themselves under the grass
still we wait there, o we wait there
someday someday we will come back
to the fields where laughter echoed
to the grass where dancing lived
we sang then and we will sing again
we were the first, and we shall be the last
-Pip Steamer