Besedila:
Iron Tree By The River

Mary Anne, do you remember The tree by the river when we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch black

Mary Anne, do you remember the tree by the river when we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer and the mare in the pasture pitch

Maryanne do you remember The tree by the river When we were seventeen? The Dark canjon wall The call an the answer And the mare in the pasture pitch

Mary Anne, do you remember the tree by the river when we were seventeen? Dark canyon wall, the call and the answer and the mare in the pasture pitch

your tongue The ground is hard in times like these Stars are cold, the night is young The rocks are bleak, the trees are bare Iron clouds go floating by

, madness Madness tight on the heads of the rebels The bitterness erup's like a heart blas' Broke glass, ritual of blood an' a-burnin' Served by a cruelin

cotton dress Foaming like a wave On the ground around your knees The birds like tender babies in your hands And the old men playing checkers, by the trees

.S. and was given to us by God. Native Americans were unscrupulously thrown off their homelands and slaughtered in the name of Jesus. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers

Then at home on a branch in the highest tree a songbird sings out so suddenly Ah the sun is warm and the soft winds ride on the willow trees by the river