The first day I stepped foot in this fair country
Borderman took my paper, told me I would be free
Borderman took my paper, told me I was now free
Walking out into the open air, well what did I see?
Birds flying on a west wind, sure an omen for me
Opened up my mama's suitcase, saw the holes in my shoes
Kicked off my old home soil, knowing I couldn't lose
I kicked off that dried up soil, knowing I couldn't lose
Low, low, low
With my hands down on three jobs, from the morning through the night
Weary eyes don't see the difference between the dark and the light
Ten years later, Papa wrote me, saying Mama had died
Wished that I could see your face now, and the hope in her eyes
Wished that I could see your face now, and the hope in her eyes
Low, low, low
I'm just home now, home all, in a land of fur lies
I see my unborn babies, tired birds in the sky
I see my unborn babies, tired birds in the sky
Before I die, grant me one thing, grant one thing to me
Don't let me dream of nectar, make me fruit on the tree
Don't let me dream of nectar, make me fruit on the tree
Before I die, grant me one thing, grant one thing to me
Don't let me dream of nectar, make me fruit on the tree
Before I die, grant me one thing, grant one thing to me
Don't let me dream of nectar, make me fruit on the tree
Before I die, grant me one thing, grant one thing to me
Don't let me dream of nectar, make me fruit on the tree
Before I die, grant me one thing, grant one thing to me
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