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Ordinary Wood and Stone.mp3

This one reaches back farther than memory, to a lakeshore in old Suffolk where Neanderthal hands learned how to call fire from stone. The Americana Project carries the tale forward in warm harmonies and steady pulse, tracing how those first sparks shaped every shelter, story, and meal that followed. The song moves like an ember passed through time, reminding us how much of our world was born from a simple flame tended with care.

A Folk song rising from deep history. The Fire Makers follows the first hands that learned to strike light from stone and change the future with a spark.
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Verse 1
In the fields of old Suffolk, by a spring-fed lake,
Where lions and elephants wandered awake,
Two tiny sparks from stones in the hand,
Lit the first fires in a cold, wild land.

Chorus
The fire makers, long before our time,
Striking flint and pyrite to light the first prime.
They tamed the night, they held the flame,
The ancestors of warmth, we remember their name.

Verse 2
Not the ones we call modern, not Homo sapiens,
But Neanderthals strong, under gray winter heavens.
With careful hands and minds that could see,
They learned the secret of fire, the first mastery.

Chorus
The fire makers, long before our time,
Striking flint and pyrite to light the first prime.
They tamed the night, they held the flame,
The ancestors of warmth, we remember their name.

Verse 3
They gathered ‘round hearths in the fading light,
Crafting their tools as they banished the night.
Handaxes in hand, smoke curling high,
The first storytellers under the sky.

Chorus
The fire makers, long before our time,
Striking flint and pyrite to light the first prime.
They tamed the night, they held the flame,
The ancestors of warmth, we remember their name.

Verse 4
Cooking their meals, their bodies did grow,
Their brains lit up with the fire's warm glow.
A safeguard from beasts, from the cold and the rain,
The spark of creation born from human pain.

Chorus
The fire makers, long before our time,
Striking flint and pyrite to light the first prime.
They tamed the night, they held the flame,
The ancestors of warmth, we remember their name.

Bridge
Before our tents and cities stood,
Before our songs were carved in wood,
There were flames that danced in a primeval land,
Guided by minds and not by hand.

Verse 5
So remember the makers, the first to command,
The flicker of fire in a cold, harsh land.
Before we arrived with our tales and our song,
They were the keepers of warmth all along.

Chorus (Final)
The fire makers, long before our time,
Striking flint and pyrite to light the first prime.
They tamed the night, they held the flame,
The ancestors of warmth, we remember their name.

Outro
And still in the night, when the sparks rise high,
We see the first fires light up the sky.
From Neanderthal hands to the modern day,
The fire makers' gift still guides our way.

The Fire Makers

Uit eerbetoon voor mijn vader heb ik de song van Stef Bos in een nieuw jasje gestoken. Dit met heel veel eerbetoon aan het mooie origineel. Check ook de clip ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lBG0p5-JFA )

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