
Date of issue: 08.09.2016
Song language: English
Seeds |
My brother lives in a jungle concrete |
Like a belly gone to rumbling |
Only wants a taste of the sky |
Wind and fire, setting the seeds |
For the son of his son come with him |
One day to come |
My sister, her hands are raised |
For the stakes are high and she knows it |
And I am singing for her vision |
Singing for her vision |
This is not mere speech |
All we seek is here where we stand and |
Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and |
Wider still to hold what comes |
And wider still to say |
We’ll never be moved from here |
Our lives will live in the seeds we’ve sown |
Calling what’s coming clear |
Our will is held in the gardens we’ve grown |
As light from the sun we can give |
As rivers meeting can become one |
Walk toward the call of this |
And plant it deep for the ones to come |
One day |
None shall be imprisoned |
For tending the land |
For feeding our children |
One day |
We will cherish the soil |
Valued more than gold |
Its value more than gold |
One day our hands will raise |
For the way we walk and how we own it |
And I am singing for this vision |
Singing for this vision |
This is not mere speech |
All we seek is here where we stand and |
Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and |
Wider still to hold what comes |
And wider still to say |
We’ll never be moved from here |
Our lives will live in the gardens we’ve grown |
Calling what’s coming clear |
Our will is held in the seeds we’ve sown |
As light from the sun we can give |
As rivers meeting can become one |
Walk toward the call of this |
And plant it deep for the ones to come |
My brother live in a jungle concrete |
Like a belly gone to rumbling |
Only wants a taste of the sky |
Wind and fire, setting the seeds |
For the son of his son |
To come with him one day |
Taste the roots he was born from |
Pass him the story how all |
Hands came together as |
One |