lyric.03.07
In your village
I was fathered, as tobacco-shacks
Burned to the ground. With
Blackened fingers, my black
Brothers plod the earth behind
Their father’s plows.
O Holy Pardon,
I’ve reconsidered an anger
Too lonesome, to hold too long.
Daughter, silence is no true brother--
His breath seeks release in your song—
Here I am, here I am—
Walking down the boulevard,
Real slow. Here I am,
Here I am-- here I am,
Darling daughter,
There you go.
In the moment
I hear laughter,
And words that never leave
Room for doubt. My dear
Mother is still a dancer, an
Answer made of kindness
And sure light.
My blood brothers, we all
Wander. No one shame
Or reward, brought us here—
Hold your mother
And your Father-- field
A feather, when
Dark angels draw near.
Here I am, here I am—
Walking down the boulevard
Real slow. Here I am,
Here I am-- here I am,
My blood brothers,
There you go.
True Donatella,
Discovered treasure, coins
Whose glow are never fully
Spent—take a breather, I’ll
Tend the garden. When we go,
It won’t matter
Where we went.
Of an evening, no longer
Morning, autumn plays
It’s leaves against
My skin. I remember
But don’t linger—the
Time is always right
To begin.
Here I am, here I am,
Walking down the boulevard
Real slow. Here I am,
Here I am-- here I am,
Donatella, there you go.
Here I am, here I am,
Walking down the boulevard,
Real slow. Here I am,
Here I am-- here I am,
Ever after, there you go.
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