Ruby Cikada - Sword Dance | Текст песни

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Mama told me long ago, bout the folks she used to know,
And stories come and stories go, of ancestors high and low.
Like old Germaine who went insane or young Constance who sailed to France,
The toil, wars, and all the scores that lead a boy to find out more.

Whenever I feel sick or insecure , I think of them and dance a sword dance.

Theordore a prisoner of war -before the trenches made their gore -
Opened up a grocery store despite the regal clothes he wore
While Islanders and Mariners wrestled waves and cut-throat gnaves,
The lore of old as good as gold, when evening shines on days of old.

Young Nancy crossed the sea with five kids and a dowry
While uncle Don was running rum, got lost at sea and towns went numb.
Or granddad who wore the cloth, went to war and took it off

His brother died at 17… buried by a lumber mill canteen…
Another time, another place it seems… Every family has its wounded tree…
Think of them and dance a sword dance!

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