Текст песни JJ Grey And Mofro - On Palestine

That stormy morning felt like a dream
he told me then of what he'd seen
A child a man in times gone bad
faces of stone lined hard and sad
One Sunday day they all came home
all that they had was burned and gone
The timber men their pistols gleamed
a lifetime lost on Palastine

He made a stand he would not run
he dropped the hoe and picked up the gun And then one night he disappeared
it fed the worst of all their fears
They found him quiet high in a tree
he flew away from Palastine

Then came the day they moved away
more gunmen came they could not stay
To Glen St. Mary to Olustee
but we still dream of Palastine