LEARN LYRICS

In a vortex of dust

The others saw drought

It reminded me

Jenny's skirt

At a dance many years ago

I felt my land

Vibrating with sound

It was my heart

So why keep farming it

How to imagine it better

Freedom, I've seen her sleep

In the cultivated fields

For heaven and money

For heaven and love

Protected by barbed wire

Freedom, I've seen her wake

Every time I played

For a rustle of girls at a dance

For a drunk buddy

And then if people know

And people know you can play

Playing's your lot

For your whole life

And you like to let yourself be heard

I ended with the fields in nettles

I ended with a broken flute

And a hoarse laugh

So many memories

And not even one regret