CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Low Country
I stood so long in the low country
I was swallowed by hollow trees
May the moss grow thick my roots grow deep
May someone make the best of me
Oh, oh, oh Take the sap from the shoot
Like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade neath the fruit
Sappling in the valley steep
What bounty from you can we reap?
Kindling for the men of peace
Switches cut for softening
Oh, oh, oh Take the sap from the shoot
Like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade neath the fruit
When you were young and thought like
Me You would walk in the low country
In fertile ground of fallow seed
Blossoming among the weeds
I was swallowed by hollow trees
May the moss grow thick my roots grow deep
May someone make the best of me
Oh, oh, oh Take the sap from the shoot
Like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade neath the fruit
Sappling in the valley steep
What bounty from you can we reap?
Kindling for the men of peace
Switches cut for softening
Oh, oh, oh Take the sap from the shoot
Like I asked you to do
Carve your name in the shade neath the fruit
When you were young and thought like
Me You would walk in the low country
In fertile ground of fallow seed
Blossoming among the weeds
