letra de island clay - lennie gallant
this old house once stood proud on a hill
of pine and cedar from the land
cut by my father’s hand and hauled up from the mill
now she stares at her life spread on the lawn
at strangers picking through her bones
they take them for their own and haul them far away
and the auctioneer he sings his song and the people pay
old voices echo from this house, now dark and gray
and cold as island clay
this old farm, eighty acres of life
sweat and iron-reddened soil payed little for my toil
but saw us through alright
’til the company came and bought up land all around
and soon the markеt prices fell
i took another loan and plowеd it underground
but tomorrow morning, they will come and have their way
though their hands touch not the soil and never will pay
the price of island clay
these old hands turned the sod and tossed the seed
these hands worked hard and they were strong
but they couldn’t hold a printed paper deed
and from the moment that they signed this land away
these old hands are getting colder every day
as cold as island clay
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