Story Behind The Song

leaving a rural, possibly abusive childhood--no mention of a mother--to move to the city. Not autobiographical!

Song Description

leaving a rural, possibly abusive childhood--no mention of a mother--to move to the city

Lyrics

Listen my brother, I will not hear you call
Leaving in the morning not gonna tell our pa
Crops are in the field,
But I won't be there by summer's end
I'll be long gone by the time
He brings them in

Let the fields lie fallow for a little while
Let the sky fill with thunder before the rain
Let the good folks wonder whatever became
And let the children leave their
Father's home again

I've got some plans
Staying with a friend of mine
Lives in the city, corner of North and Fine
I think I'll like it
I've been there once before
I know I'll miss you, but I've got to close that door

Let the old man tremble when he sees me go
Let him shake with fury, he's got to know
Let the sun shine brighter
Than the pouring rain
And let the children
Leave their father's home again

It's just like lightening
And then it's gone to ground
I cannot say it, I will not speak the sound
The damage done
But light will carry me through
Leaving in the morning to start me something new

Let the fields lie fallow for a little while
Let the sky fill with thunder before the rain
Let the good folks wonder whatever became
And let the children leave their father's home again

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Ionut Mirel Udrea	My Top Songs	3/18/2019