on our backs
in the village I was born in
up to the hilltop
then they'd roll down
so we had to lug them back up again
One day, I wandered off
and, after a day of walking,
arrived at a new village
There was singing and dancing
I know it's hard to believe but it's true
I rushed home to tell everyone
but they looked at me like I was stupid
like I was making it up
Of course, I realise now that I'd imagined it
I went through a bad period of intoxicants & licentiousness
but eventually came to my senses
– I settled down to a life of rock-carrying
Only joking!
I send a postcard every now and then just through loyalty
but I don't know if they read them