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Meeting Places

 

Verse 1

Our first peoples had

Cultural gatherings

Drawn together to feast

And much story telling

 

Clans would gather

From many homelands

Middens of peace

Together they stand

 

Verse 2

Dark ages of old

Towns would meet

Under the eye of god

In halls of seats

 

Fronting these gatherings

On a lofty pyre

Preachers would yell

Brimstone and fire

 

Chorus

Gone are the days

Of gathering community

Of shooting the breeze

And village unity

 

Verse 3

Town halls filled

Joyfull merriment

Chequered tablecloths

Food abundant

 

Fiddles playing loud

Feet on floors beating

Dancing in squares

New couples meeting

 

Verse 4

Bustling airports

Frustrated people

All walks of life

Travelling in circles

 

Long queues waiting

In complete silence

Herded like sheep

With no defiance

 

Chorus

Gone are the days

Of gathering community

Of shooting the breeze

And village unity

 

Verse 5

You may find pockets

In quaint little towns

Of community spirit

Smiles no frowns

 

Chorus

Gone are the days

Of gathering community

Of shooting the breeze

And village unity

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