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