They took cover
The mud and stone
A barracks filled with clay
Pulled from the sludges
The cap and cartridge
Buried brother, daughter and friend
Take me somewhere where the news
this new world sparrow song
Where the townspeople century that
darkened church door
and the mamas and the papas
bear gardens in their arms
make me a warm meal at noontime
and let me mourn the children's play
the courtyard, the porch door,
the windy prairie skies sway
a zeal, a reform
the changing of times
Tell me something sweet
said on the news tonight
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