歌詞:
Andrew Peterson

God of my fathers Huddled in the harbor Every man an ocean from his home Their captors could not keep them When they heard the drums of freedom The dream

We chose the spot, we dug the hole We laid the maples in the ground to have and hold As Autumn falls to Winters sleep We pray that somehow in the Spring

I am weary with the pain of Jacob's wrestling In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear But he met the morning wounded with a blessing

You could no more kill the darkness Than you could raise the sun And the sky was cold and black Like the barrel of a gun And I remember the tremble In

I grew up in a little town A southern mix of lost and found Where most folks seem to stick around But I could hear the highway song I'd sit out on the

Father Abraham Do you remember when You were called to a land And didn?t know the way ?Cause we are wandering In a foreign land We are children of the

There is no road to bear me from my sorrow No healing that is deeper than this hurt My heart is gone away across the water To the bright, undying shores

We touched down on the sound At the top of the world In the land of the midnight sun Where the frozen river melts away And breaks into a run Into the

My uncle?s in the county jail His time is on his hands He knows he chose a barren cell Over a fair and fertile land He took another hit He hit another