Seventh Wave Music - Red Coats (CD: Exile) | Текст песни

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RED COATS

I wish I were on distant hill
My lover there beside me still
The granite may be washed to sand
Before my soul shall rest upon my land
The red coats came to take their fill
They bent my people to their will
But wait, wait, wait for me
My soul shall rest again in my country

They smashed my drum and spinning wheel
Broke us beneath their wicked steel
And rode us hard into the ground
Now my soul can’t rest upon my land
The red coats in their foolish greed
Poisoned the wells, trampled the fields
But wait, wait, wait for me
My soul shall rest again in my country

So we’ll dye our cloth a fiery red
The crimson of our mother’s blood
Together we will make stand
So these souls may rest upon our land
The red coats shall ride out no more
No longer scrape the sweet earth raw
But wait, wait, wait for me
We’ll surely rest again in our country

My crimson cloth spins in the rain
As I walk towards my home again
The silvered morning is at land
I know my soul shall rest upon my land
My wild heart cannot be still
Until I free those distant hills
But wait, wait, wait for me
My soul shall rest again in my country


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