From the Old Country
from the old country they came
some of them would change their name
the men be working the mines
afterwards they'll drink fine wines
factories would claim the rest
and weekend meals were the best
mom dad will teach kids values
never mind singing the blues
on Sundays church bells would ring
and all the choirs start to sing
for freedom is here
and life is so dear
remember this time
forget all the grime
for moms and dads have brought us here
this country must have been so dear
Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2016
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