|
I thought our brother |
|
[?] |
|
It should be a leader |
|
Who kept them all in green and red |
|
Should not be allowed to be free |
|
Cause this land of mine beats still |
|
The place would rise above us |
|
To tear your roots up out the earth |
|
And man-made fruits don't |
|
[?] |
|
Ahhh good country |
|
Seeds above us |
|
Kiss this child and he'll surely wake up |
|
I don't care if |
|
I don't wake up |
|
You'll kiss me and I'll surely wake up |
|
Ahhh good country |
|
Trees above us |
|
Mountain lions gonna surely wake up |
|
Child won't fret if |
|
He does wake up |
|
You'll see me and we'll surely make up |
|
Ahhh good country |
|
Seeds below us |
|
Kiss this child and he'll surely wake up |
|
Don't you fret if |
|
I will wake up |
|
They'll see you then they'll surely make up |
