Prehistoric Iberia

Verse 1: In the dawn of time, where the rivers flow,
Ancient tribes roamed, where the wild winds blow.
With stones and bones, they crafted their tools,
In the heart of Iberia, where nature rules.


Chorus: Oh, the echoes of the past, in the mountains high,
Songs of the ancients, beneath the sky.
Drums of the earth, and flutes of the bone,
In Prehistoric Iberia, we find our home.


Verse 2: Caves adorned with art, tales of the hunt,
Fires burned bright, in the evening’s front.
Gathered 'round the flames, stories they told,
Of the spirits of the land, and the days of old.


Chorus: Oh, the echoes of the past, in the mountains high,
Songs of the ancients, beneath the sky.
Drums of the earth, and flutes of the bone,
In Prehistoric Iberia, we find our home.


Bridge: Through the ages, their legacy remains,
In the rocks and the hills, and the ancient plains.
We sing their song, to remember their way,
In the heart of Iberia, their spirits stay.


Chorus: Oh, the echoes of the past, in the mountains high,
Songs of the ancients, beneath the sky.
Drums of the earth, and flutes of the bone,
In Prehistoric Iberia, we find our home.