Fingers and Firesong

(la-la-la, la-la-la) (hummmm)

We chased the winter river to the stone

To trade our copper treasures for a home

A hunger in the marrow of the bone

Before the morning leaves us all alone

What we need, what we take

Every vow that we break

From the embers we wake (ah-ah-ah)

Sing of the wants,

sing of the needs Cast all the grain into the seeds

Oh, for the days of old we yearn

Watching the turning seasons burn

(hey-na, hey-na,

hey-yo)

We sought the quiet valleys carved in green

To find what only elder eyes had seen

A fleeting bread, a cup of mountain rain

Before we learned to measure out the pain

(ya-lay-la, ya-lay-la)

Days of old are sinking slow What we want we cannot know

Let the ancient waters flow

(ahhhh, flowing home)

Sing of the wants,

sing of the needs Cast all the grain into the seeds

Oh, for the days of old we yearn Watching the turning seasons

burn (hey-na,

hey-na,

hey-yo)

Days of old, days of old

(la-la-la, la-la)

Wants and needs in the cold (hummmm)