Among His Tribe - Ween

He would step out of the night

And light a fire among his tribe

Carving from a bear’s tooth

He used the flesh to feed the youth

He’d salt it down…

Sails were made from darkened hide

Fish were caught in the lowest tide

Thought of war kept him strong

He listened for the battle song

In the night…

And the old would teach the young

To heed the word of the master’s tongue

A chosen son would take a bride

And light the fire among his tribe

And on and on…