Hands chip the flint, light the fire, skin the kill
Feet move the tribe track the herd with a will
Humankind struggles on the edge of history
Time to settle down, time to grow, time to breed
Plow tills the soil, plants the seed, pray for rain
Scythe reaps the wheat, to the mill, to grind the grain
Towns and cities spread to empire overnight
Hands keep building as we chant the ancient rite
Coal heats the steam, push the piston, turns the wheel
Cogs spin the wool, drives the horses made of steel
Lightning harnessed does our will and lights the dark
Keep rising higher, set our goal, hit the mark.
Crawl out of the mud,
Ongoing but slow,
For the path that is easy
Ain't the one that lets us grow!
Light to push the sails, read the data, cities glow
Hands type the keys, click the mouse, out we go!
Our voices carry round the world and into space
Send us out to colonize another place¸
Hands make the tools, build the fire, plant the grain.
Feet track the herd, build a world, begin again.
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