HOUSE OF EARTH
A Song for the Homeless
Deep in the forest, I’d build me a house of wood.
In the valley, I’d make one of clay.
By the river, I’d build me a house of stone, yes I would.
The trouble is, I’ve got nothin’ to pay.
But who owns this land, can you please tell me?
Who did white pioneers pay?
It’s wrong to take a gun, and take what you please.
But isn’t that what they did in their day?
Now you cannot build a house that’s not up to code.
It must have all those facilities.
And you must pay those prices, even though they explode,
And use up more resources and energy.
Well, why can’t we build a house on our terms,
And use the materials at hand?
With the light and the heat from the fire that we burn,
And repay by nourishing the land.
Yes, deep in the forest, I’d build me a house of wood.
In the valley, I’d make one of clay.
By the river, I’d build me a house of stone, yes I would.
And can you tell me, who should I pay?
Why can’t we free some land from under the spell,
Of almighty profit and greed?
Give some new pioneers a place to dwell,
And let ‘em repay by planting some seeds.
© 2008 LBMC & David J. Nunson
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