| The first day I stand foot
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| In this fair country
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| Border man took my paper
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| Told me I would be free
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| Border man took my paper
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| Told me I was now free
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| Walking out into the open air
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| Well what did I see
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| Birds flying on a westwind
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| Sure an omen for me
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| Opened up my mama’s suitcase
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| Saw the holes in my shoes
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| Kicked off my old home soil
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| Knowing I couldn’t lose
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| I kicked off that dried up soil
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| Knowing I couldn’t lose
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| Wearing my hands down on three jobs
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| From the morning through the night
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| Weary eyes don’t see the difference
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| 'Tween the dark and the light
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| Weary eyes don’t see the difference
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| 'Tween the dark and the light
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| 10 years later Papa wrote me
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| Saying Mama had died
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| Wish that I could see her face now
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| And the hope in her eyes
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| Wish that I could see her face now
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| And the hope in her eyes
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| I’m just old now, all alone
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| In a land of fertile life
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| I see my unborn born babies
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| Tired birds in the sky
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| I see my unborn born babies
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| Tired birds in the sky
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| Before I die grant me one thing
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| Grant one thing to me
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| Don’t let me dream of nectar
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| Make me fruit on the tree |