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Every blade of grass is an ancestor coming back as
One more set of hands raised towards the sky
So may we all look back with our rose colored glasses
And to tomorrow too, baby come what may

Well I'm tired of your voices and all your talk of choices
I've heard enough to know you don't want me
So one more time with feeling, make everyone believe in
The things you do and say and teach to all

We don't need reassuring, our confidence is growing
With every little step along the way
We no longer need to go down the only road we've ever know
All roads lead to Rome no more

Oh the boatman takes one more, no empty ships upon his shore
He just wants your last two pennies for the ride
But when you come back across the water,
You'll be no ones son or daughter
Till you find a way to make right by everyone

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from To The Earth (Volume II, Hibernal), released December 21, 2016

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Six string dream slinging musical maestro, teller of tall tales and short stories, social media soliloquist, blues shouter, country crooner Rocknroll raconteur and avant folk rambler, pint quaffer, shot shooter, foot stomper, soul singer, rain bringer, and left fingered proletariat provocateur. ... more

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