do. And lately I?ve been feeling grey but today. I?m alright no thanks to you. Think I?ll go and roam ou side your boundary. Walk on the ridge. Far away
in words: racist, oppression, and death. When the last refugees have come out of the east, how far will they have to go west? The refugee's story gets
cause he understands, this young man with a thuggish heart Whole world in his hands but still torn apart Like I'm so close, but it's still so far Nightmares
he understands, this young man with a thuggish heart Whole world in his hands but still torn apart Like I'm so close, but it's still so far Nightmares
her own No matter where I go Or how far I roam Know that I love and you'll never be alone "Can it be" Damn, y'all so grown [Murs:] And a, and a wise
so far gone Only thing for me now is Home Sweet Home I reacquaint myself with my neighbourhood Pull up at the house and it feels so good My olds overjoyed
back to my story now Yeah - cared about no-one But my wife and my son That's when I started to roam Bar room to bedroom It happened so soon I found myself
Somewhere far away where I roam There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home He calls me by my native name And takes good care of my native
He understands This young man with a thuggish heart Whole world in his hands but still torn apart Like I'm so close but it's still so far Nightmares
of long, long ago It brings back fond mem'ries of the one I loved so I courted that maiden so sweet and so fair With heavenly eyes and with chestnut brown
stands my old homestead of long long ago It brings back fond mem'ries of the one I loved so I courted that maiden so sweet and so fair With heavenly eyes
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little furry... thing that I ... I love you so much that I decided to name you this name that I love and so I named you... I love you so... that'
, hear the silver firs' breathing Where the forests end, it's the banquet of bards So, that's the magic - whirling clouds and fair Journey stories
burn bright With songs and stories I'll share my adventurin' until the mornin light And should some young man ask of me "Is it brave or wise to roam"
of my childhood and home, Where in life's early morn I once loved to roam, But now it's so silent and lone. Oh the mothers so sad and fathers the