Fire and Famine

When I was a younger man Hazy Blue eyed epicurean Worshipping of blood and bones The ancient ones from way back home Saddled in the cedar swamp A creak flowing without thought Gravity it's choice is made But chaos springs from little things Stones we laid one cold September A path towards nature to remember How we owe the forests fathers Blood and bones and bones and blood The fire and the famine the feast and the flood listen to the wind Weaving around everything but where did it begin Over past the county line They make it in the city and send it down sometime