Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorch past [?]
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
They came searching
For a place to be
They left the rainland they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Sun burns summer, and
Frost by winter
Kids were plainly dressed
Left the farmhouse when
He was old enough, and
Headed out west
From California
To southern Africa
And all the way to France
And on to England, to
Meet my mother in
Nineteen-eighty-one
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free
Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along
Now, here I am
Thirty-three years done
Two-thousand-seventeen
We've seen the (?) land die
Been divine land, I'm
A feather on the breeze
Fine land, New Jersey Found land stretching Far as the eye can see Not much down there, but Sun scorch past [?] Nineteen-fifty-three The war is over They came searching For a place to be They left the rainland they Lost their homeland, and All their family Like feathers on the ocean breeze They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea Never know where they'd come down Or who they'd be Like heather on the hillside They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze Searching for a place To be free Sun burns summer, and Frost by winter Kids were plainly dressed Left the farmhouse when He was old enough, and Headed out west From California To southern Africa And all the way to France And on to England, to Meet my mother in Nineteen-eighty-one Like feathers on the ocean breeze They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea Never know where they'd come down Or who they'd be Like heather on the hillside They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze Searching for a place To be free Oh, and like a seed That is flying in the wind In search of water, soil, and sun And the birds and the bees To have it all along Now, here I am Thirty-three years done Two-thousand-seventeen We've seen the (?) land die Been divine land, I'm A feather on the breeze Explain Request ×
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