My ancestors came
to this land from afar
long lain in their graves
I don't know where they are
I do know they struggled
To farm this bare earth
And infect me with longing
For the land of their birth
Three thousand miles
To the sweet lowlands green
Over an ocean I ain't never seen
And if they were poor
I'm a poorer man still
Though I don't have a home now
And I never will
I'm looking for something
To reap and to sow
Someplace to plant up some roots
Til' they grow
Somewhere to hide from
The things I done wrong
Most of them buried
Deep down in this song
Some things that are broken
Are broke from the start
This barren old land
And my wandering heart
People around here
They think that I'm dirt
But I'm rough on the outside
To hide all the hurt
From these hard miles of travelling
And bearing my load
I fixed up my engine
I'm back on the road
My hands are like leather
From the jobs that I get
And there's nothing for money
That I ain't done yet
But my heart is like cotton
Inside a sharp case
For poems and flowers
And a pretty girl's face
In some of these towns
I find work for a while
To do me some drinking
And buy me a smile
I used to be handsome
The ladies to please
Til' the weight of my cheating
Brought me to my knees
I'm done with that now
And I've healed all the scars
If I find a good woman
I'll make sure it lasts
I'm looking for something
To reap and to sow
Someplace to plant up some roots
Til' they grow
Somewhere to hide from
The things I done wrong
Most of them buried
Deep down in this song
Some things that are broken
Are broke from the start
This barren old land
And my wandering heart
And all we got now is
Our music and songs
To sing in the evenings
Righting done wrongs
And we sing of a land
That nobody knows
Full of heather and legends
Where the wild thistle grows
And one day I'll go there
And reclaim my home
Take back my castle
No more shall I roam
For there our dreams stayed
When my ancestors sailed
Waiting to greet me
Now all mine have failed
I'm looking for something
To reap and to sow
Someplace to plant up some roots
Til' they grow
Somewhere to hide from
The things I done wrong
Most of them buried
Deep down in this song
Some things that are broken
Are broke from the start
This barren old land
And my wandering heart
My ancestors came
to this land from afar
long lain in their graves
I don't know where they are
I do know they struggled
To farm this bare earth
And infect me with longing
For the land of their birth
credits
released December 1, 2015
Chiara Ambrosio - voice, accordion, piano, percussion
Mikey Kirkpatrick - voice, guitar, bass
Written by John Bently
Artwork also by John Bently.
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