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letra de ottomanelli - jack hardy

[verse 1]
ottomanelli, his wife and two cousins
had crossed the atlantic to see what they’d find
one was a farmer and one was a baker
and one was a painter, a maker of signs
ottomanelli had one dream above all
to eat and to drink and to make wine in peace
he’d run from the fascists, he’d run from the germans
he’d now run a dairy farm in the northeast

[chorus]
late in the night he grew cold in the shadows
tried to recall his homeland, his dreams
all to what end were they following jesus?
trying to focus and follow the gleam

[verse 2]
because he believed in the pope he had children
there were more mouths to feed but more hands to help
to help milk the cows and deliver the produce
and help plant the corn and make wine in the fall
the years that were peaceful they soon were unsettled
by salesmen come calling with things they don’t need
the children grew older, the children grew bolder
went looking for jobs to buy all those things
[chorus]
late in the night he grew cold in the shadows
tried to recall his homeland, his dreams
all to what end were they following jesus?
trying to focus and follow the gleam

[verse 3]
the oldest went out, took a job in a factory
making the gunsights for colt m-16’s
they were much in demand for a war off in asia
he worked overtime and grew wealthy and clean
one day he was watching a televised ball game
a can of budweiser and popcorn in hand
“we interrupt program to bring you the great news
the war, it is over, your jobs have been canned”

[chorus]
late in the night he grew cold in the shadows
tried to recall his homeland, his dreams
all to what end were they following jesus?
trying to focus and follow the gleam

[verse 4]
ottomanelli was too old to farm now
the fields they lay fallow, he sold all his cows
he could not compete with the lobbying dairy-marts
and their certified, pasteurized, h0m-genized now
and no one had learned how to plant all the cornfields
or help make the wine in the warm autumn sun
the real estate people want land to build houses
so where do you go when your dreams are all done?
[chorus]
late in the night he grew cold in the shadows
tried to recall his homeland, his dreams
all to what end were they following jesus?
trying to focus and follow the gleam

- jack hardy

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