In the year 1655
A Russian peasant picked potatoes
As the sweat stung his brown eyes
He'd look up at the manor and softly hum
When the earth was covered in ice
A Neanderthal mother fed her fire
From the cave came her baby's cry
To soothe him to sleep she'd softly hum
On the planet Kepler 11i
A squid-like life form secretes its language
As the moons slide through the sky
A wind from the valley blows through the crystal trees
And they vibrate and make a sound like
