There once was a time when people were gentle,
We talked to the trees and were never alone,
And all that we owned were our baskets and digging sticks,
I still remember it in my bones.

And sometimes we quarreled and then we forgot it,
For all to keep living we needed each one,
And all that we owned was the skill in our fingers,
I still remember it in my bones

We never had locks so our lives were not hidden,
Our tears and our laughter were shared all around,
And all that we owned were our dreams and our stories
I still remember it in my bones

There once was a time when people were gentle,
We talked to the trees and were never alone
And all that we owned were our dreams and our digging sticks....
I still remember it in my bones.