Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Tony Korologos @ Fast Forward Studio
Acoustic and Vocal - Gina French
©1997
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fiogf49gjkf0d Pale green, wooden horses, you were going to ride to the other lands
China dolls and carousels, this is where it all began
Frailties of life’s quilted pieces, that you want to bury in the fragile sands
But all of these things you carry as a reminder
From the days of war on your childhood shore
You’re facing the shadows on bended knee
Why don’t you bury your burden of sorrows, at sea
And the jailed gray, drawn out winters
They were too much of your fallen world
Casualties of your spirit remain, but now it’s time to heal
But all of these things, you carry as a reminder
From the days of war, on your childhood shore
And the gathered roses from your war-torn ground
These are the seeds, that will blossom you to
To your fresh new fields, fields of glory
To your fresh new fields of glory
You’ll chase the shadows on your own two feet
And you will bury your burden of sorrows at sea
No more tattered pieces, they’re now sewn
together, in forgiveness
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