Oh, and so the story goes That when the tribes first went to war They were the sowers of the seed And they were the hunters of the boar Oh, and so they set the stage But the play remains the same Oh, they were hunters of the sun They were catchers of the rain Oh, and so the story goes Oh, and once upon a time There were Spanish quistadors Down in the valley of the Mayan And they came to take the gold Oh, for Jesus and for Spain And they were hunters of the sun They were catchers of the rain And they were hunters of the sun They were catchers of the rain Oh, and so the story goes You just go and ask the eyes That closed at Nagasaki The day the fire took the skies Still the bullies down the road They are really all the same They are the hunters of the sun They are the catchers of the rain They are the hunters of the sun They are the catchers of the rain Oh and so the story goes When the flags all look the same Oh, and all the tribes were gone And no one knew their names And they say once upon a time Back when we were insane When we were the hunters of the sun And the catchers of the rain And we were the hunters of the sun We were the catchers of the rain The hunters of the sun The catchers of the rain