If the rain starts spilling in, we will built a roof If our stomachs start to grumble, we will pick some fruit If we hear the sounds of people, I will look at you
And we will sit on a further hillside Away from all the world
even if they do come find us, we will never leave With the wind in our hair and the soil in our nails, this is all we need
After all they can't communise the mountains They can't commercialise the wind the future here isn't bleak because *Nature isn't weak