This Old Land O Mine

Well everything I got I gave away

To the judge and jury and divine

In this old land O saints and thieves

In this old land O mine

 

And all the ones I started with

Weren’t mine to keep nor care for

But they stayed and tried and died for me

In this old land O mine

 

So go ahead and steal his sorry back

You can rob her mild regret

And if it hasn’t shattered yet, find your mirror

Then find a way to take it back.

 

Then save the ones that should have left

The innocents with bits o heart

Bits that cling from sleeves and bibs

In this old land O mine

 

You can hide the value of a cent

And fake proof of their measurement

You can turn back the clock hand now

For we've no need of time

 

In this old land O mine

In this old land O mine

 

Well everything I got I gave away

To the judge and jury and divine

In this old land O saints and thieves

In this old land O mine

 

Well Nothing really matters here

In this old land O mine

More Like This

Recent Posts by womantrek

Recent Posts

Comments

In order to comment on BlogHer.com, you'll need to be logged in. You'll be given the option to log in or create an account when you publish your comment. If you do not log in or create an account, your comment will not be displayed.