Song Description

A first person account of my grandfather coming to America as a child and his experience of life on the farm, the navy, and falling in love.

Lyrics

I came to this country as a child in 1918
worked the farm with my father and family
I planted new life in the spring,
fished the rivers in the summer,
I kiss my first girl in the cool autumn air.

When you're young you believe the good things will never change,
but when my father came home with a moving truck
it was the end of an age.

Becuase the dust blew in
when the bank took our home
and tractors came, riped the soul from the soil.
But the world will roll
and the sun will burn
and we all will belong to the land again.

I found my bride in 1939
she was serving ice cream at the worlds fair.
I was a restless navy rat,
but when my hands brushed back her hair,
I knew my ship had come in.

We married and moved to a small apartment in Brooklyn,
and I prayed to hold onto those moments when the war cries began,

Bombs burst in the air
and the bullets barked back the shadows
and all my brothers became crosses in a field.
But the world will roll
and the sun will burn
and we all will belong to the land again.

In the belly of a whale
I saw my wife holding a child
And I knew, hell couldn't keep me from home
and in the chaos of the cannons
I felt the power of love
And I was delivered
Delivered for her.

Together we moved back to the country
worked the farm, made our family
Our roots grew deep and we blossomed in the land,
we closed our eyes to the monsters of the night.
and soon my body will return to breath and dust
but all I'll leave behind is the love I have grown

But the mountains will fall
to build the monuments of man
and we will beg heaven to let us in.
but the world will roll
and the sun will burn
and we all will belong to the land again.