[00:00.00] 作曲 : Grey
[00:15.312]Mmm...
[00:29.559]That stormy morning felt like a dream.
[00:36.700]He told me then of what he'd seen.
[00:44.000]A child, a man, in times gone bad.
[00:51.150]Faces of stone lined hard and sad.
[00:58.600]One Sunday day they all came home.
[01:05.632]All that they had was burned and gone.
[01:13.140]The timber men, their pistols gleamed.
[01:20.272]A lifetime lost on Palastine.
[01:42.200]He made a stand.
[01:45.468]He would not run.
[01:49.166]He dropped the hoe and picked up the gun.
[01:56.603]And then one night he disappeared.
[02:03.671]It fed the worst of all their fears.
[02:11.081]They found him quiet high in a tree.
[02:18.160]He flew away from Palastine.
[02:25.593]Mmm......
[02:54.700]Then came the day they moved away.
[03:01.502]More gunmen came.
[03:05.369]They could not stay.
[03:09.000]To Glen St. Mary.
[03:12.511]To Olustee.
[03:16.023]But we still dream of Palastine.
[03:23.701]Mmm.....
[03:38.191]Mmm......
[03:52.900]Mmm......
[04:07.134]Mmm......