Orange of history Sea of black Girl from Amsterdam Come right back IÕd like to see your face If just one more time Before you go Back to that place DidnÕt take Sensitive roads Flew above planes of wind With wheat in golden pastures There you sat without love Come again to the freedom Come again to the land Live with your fathers On bone scattered ground Emotion locked down and canned Golden rod hair highlighted by sun Backdrop beach Whitecap Sea Setting son, one to be Green flash crested snow on trees Come back towards the scream Lean forward fall in the well Caught in an eternal wind storm Lost in time and space and other Crawl back to bed, please your mother
