I mostly write and sing thought provoking songs of a spiritual nature. I also write songs of ecological and political protest as well as traditional folk songs.
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I see a young maid standing in a stream
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Washing the dirt away from her old man’s jeans
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Looking to the west bank where her children play
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Lookin quite refreshed despite her toilsome day
Refrain:
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I say now children of the world lend a hand
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Come and join your brothers and give back to the land
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I see some young men standing in a field
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In the browness of their bodies and the smallness of their yield
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They’ve got a look of satisfaction on their sweating brow
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They’ve got a song of joy as they walk behind the plow
Refrain:
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Blackberries, Strawberries, pick them when you feel
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Wildflowers growin in the sunlight of the field
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Pick one and bring it to your love when you go
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Take only what you need and let the others grow
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