When we went off away from the forestnWe did travel far to get a taste of so much morenWe dug up the roots of all the storiesnPut them in a pot and brought them to a fiery roarnWe fed on these things without worrynNever gave a thought to the coming of the winter stormsnnGone away, gone away, what was yesterdaynMake a meal, make a bed, tuck your feet innAnd resting elbows twice on a table can be nicenBut the comforts, they can be deceivingnnThe seasons are not what they would seemnThe berries all are green though the sun is at a fine high crestnWe lifted our shirts up in a hurrynReaching for the belly, hollow from the long cold restnWe slept off all the fat, but there'll be no more of thatn'Cause there must be some disease beneath the canopynnSwinging tails from trees, we could gather what we neednGive away what we had a fair share ofnAnd now the forks and knives with the sacrificenOf the bear only some can believe innnWhen we return, we'd find all the leaves had diednHave we all gone away for such a long time?nWe had a life so sweet, and enough to eatnNow it's all just bones and a long way away from home