I want to be somewhere
Mining my own town with my children
I want to see the names on their faces
Watch them take their places in the war of our day
I want to work where money doesn’t inspire
With hands that don’t get tired; I want to work -
Go on a walk in woods without brambles
Without a preamble between the two of our hearts
I want to be somewhere with a family
That names you and names me as some of their own
I want to see, in the eyes of my Father
That I’m not a bother but a delight in his eyes
Mining my own town with my children
I want to see the names on their faces
Watch them take their places in the war of our day
I want to work where money doesn’t inspire
With hands that don’t get tired; I want to work -
Go on a walk in woods without brambles
Without a preamble between the two of our hearts
I want to be somewhere with a family
That names you and names me as some of their own
I want to see, in the eyes of my Father
That I’m not a bother but a delight in his eyes
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