(no subject)
That stormy morning ⁄
felt like a dream ⁄
he told me then ⁄
of what he'd seen ⁄
⁄ A child a man ⁄ in times gone bad ⁄
faces of stone ⁄ lined hard and sad ⁄
⁄ One Sunday day ⁄
they all came home ⁄
all that they had ⁄
was burned and gone ⁄
⁄ The timber men ⁄ their pistols gleamed ⁄ a lifetime lost ⁄ on Palastine ⁄
⁄ He made a stand ⁄ he would not run ⁄ he dropped the hoe ⁄ and picked up the gun ⁄
⁄ And then one night ⁄
he disappeared ⁄ it fed the worst ⁄ of all their fears ⁄
⁄ They found him quiet ⁄ high in a tree ⁄ he flew away ⁄ from Palastine ⁄
⁄ Then came the day ⁄
they moved away ⁄
more gunmen came ⁄
they could not stay ⁄
⁄ To Glen St. Mary ⁄
to Olustee ⁄
but we still dream ⁄ of Palastine.
felt like a dream ⁄
he told me then ⁄
of what he'd seen ⁄
⁄ A child a man ⁄ in times gone bad ⁄
faces of stone ⁄ lined hard and sad ⁄
⁄ One Sunday day ⁄
they all came home ⁄
all that they had ⁄
was burned and gone ⁄
⁄ The timber men ⁄ their pistols gleamed ⁄ a lifetime lost ⁄ on Palastine ⁄
⁄ He made a stand ⁄ he would not run ⁄ he dropped the hoe ⁄ and picked up the gun ⁄
⁄ And then one night ⁄
he disappeared ⁄ it fed the worst ⁄ of all their fears ⁄
⁄ They found him quiet ⁄ high in a tree ⁄ he flew away ⁄ from Palastine ⁄
⁄ Then came the day ⁄
they moved away ⁄
more gunmen came ⁄
they could not stay ⁄
⁄ To Glen St. Mary ⁄
to Olustee ⁄
but we still dream ⁄ of Palastine.