Lament for Derwent Village 歌词

	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page
	Last of the roses
	My sweat and my blood
	My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	A single memorial
	The church spire remained
	Cresting the waters surface, at least ‘till today.
	But they're coming with dynamite
	And she too must go
	She’ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	Home is the landmarks
	Worn rock and marked tree
	The land is your family’s story, that valley was me
	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away

	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page
	Last of the roses
	My sweat and my blood
	My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	A single memorial
	The church spire remained
	Cresting the waters surface, at least ' till today.
	But they' re coming with dynamite
	And she too must go
	She' ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	Home is the landmarks
	Worn rock and marked tree
	The land is your family' s story, that valley was me
	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away

	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Faded pink roses, crumbling, pressed in the page
	Last of the roses
	My sweat and my blood
	My beautiful garden strangled weeds in the flood
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	A single memorial
	The church spire remained
	Cresting the waters surface, at least ' till today.
	But they' re coming with dynamite
	And she too must go
	She' ll lie with the empty graves in that deep black below
	When a heart can be drowned
	When strong stones so easily broken
	Never more will bird song sound
	My fathers stories will no more be spoken
	Home is the landmarks
	Worn rock and marked tree
	The land is your family' s story, that valley was me
	Seven pink roses
	All that I saved
	Dark tempest waters washed their strong roots away

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