Lyrics Southlands - The Stanfields

Southlands

I was born in this land
And I run among the barley
I remember those times like yesterday
I knew nothing of me father
Just the tales told by me mother
As we slept by the horses in the hay
In the Southlands she’d say
They take rest in their goose beds
And loll away on the cold winter nights
But don’t be leavin' nor reavin'
Like a borderless heathen
Like your daddy
Who took the wrong way home
With the wind at our backs
We took our leave after the harvest
13 men and their charges rode away
We forged through the rains
Hit like hammers upon the anvil
But returned only few upon the day
In the Southlands we paid
With our fair share of blood upon
Our saddles — and a lifetime of tears
I was thieving — I was reavin'
Like a borderless heathen
Like my daddy
I took the wrong way home
Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour
Somewhere out there in the mist
Lay a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley
Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour
Somewhere out there in the mist
Lay a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley
Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour — every day
And they won’t let me forget
About a child who never will run among the barley
(Run among the barley)
Run among the barley
(Run among the barley)
Run among the barley
Run among the barley