From the recording Live at the Corbin Theater
Makerman capo on 5th fret in C
Long ago before there was writing
G C D
there lived a man who couldn’t hunt or run.
But in his tribe he held his head up.
G C G
They called him Maker and their favorite son.
He made the braid so the rope was stronger.
He made a knot that held it tight.
Now they had milk as well as cow flesh.
He built the fire that warmed the night.
C G Em C
Makerman, Makerman, play on your lyre.
Makerman, Makerman, weave the music so fine.
Makerman, Makerman, tell us a story.
C D G
Make our hearts dance & the words all rhyme.
One day a girl begged the Maker,
“I want to be a maker, too.”
“Well you must pray and ask the spirit
to find your heart and come to you.
For when I make a tool that sharpens,
the Great One sharpens me.
And when you finally cage the tiger
then the Spirit will set you free.”
There was drought and there was hardship.
There came a tribe across the River Fear.
Their first taste of theft and violence.
But he would not make more deadly spears.
They brought him wood to build a stockade
to keep them out and to shoot from.
He built a bridge across the water.
He went over and learned their tongue. (and they said,)
Words and music by David B. Hakan 1-19-2005
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