Album: Manuka Honey
In the shade of the firehouse on James Street
With a styrofoam cup in his hand
The crumbs in his beard twitched as he talked
And he regaled me & Mick with his plan
He said: "We have planted a forest of fear, boys
We are choked by the seeds that we've sowed
We must join the forces for love
Make a road for my people
Make a road for my people- make a road"
I said "Who are these people, what makes them yours?"
And he inched a bit forward & smiled
"They're said to belong to no one
Tho they've been mine & yours all the while
They're forbidden to mingle among us
And so to that thick forest they're showed
So we must swing the axe of truth & of hope
Make a road for my people
Make a road for my people- make a road"
"They've drunk the same water & plowed the same land
They walk like you walk and they stand like I stand
It's said they were made by the very same Hand"
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Mick & I said goodbye and head homeward
And I carried his words in my mind
And how the old man gripped my hand
And affixed me with eyes deep & kind
And he promised me: "If we stay strong, lad
Just labors must reap what they've sowed
If all voices clearly will say:
There's a road for my people
Make a road for my people
Make a road for my people- make a road"
Make a road for my people
Make a road for my people
Make a road for my people- make a road (x 2)
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