Peppers And Tomatoes
(专辑: Sand In Your Shoes - 1995)
This year in my garden I
grow peppers and tomatoes Peppers and tomatoes, they grow together well And my neighbors all around me they grow beans and potatoes Cabbages and onions in the
village where we dwell And later in the
year we will bring wine to the
table Bring wine to the
table and reap what we have sown Like my father did before and his father did before him And his father did before him, we will share what we have grown This little patch of dirt, this little pile of stones I
can wash the
dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones Military vehicles are passing through our village Passing through our village with young soldiers ill at ease Unsmiling and unshaven, distrustful and uncertain Distrustful and uncertain and all smoking constantly My neighbors say, "Don't worry for you are one of us You are one of us and it will not happen here" But the
next night at the
cafe when I
bring wine to the
table When I
bring wine to the
table they are sitting drinking beer Last night the
hand of friendship fell heavy on my shoulders Heavy on my shoulders as I
turned away to go As I
said goodnight some old men, some old men and young soldiers Were humming tunes and singing words to songs that I
did not know Oh, this little patch of dirt and this little pile of stones I
can wash the
dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones This morning my wife told me that she'd been to church on Sunday Been to church on Sunday, she'd felt the
need to pray Our children were baptized there but it was just to please the
old ones Just to please the
old ones and I
don't know what to say Tonight as dark is falling, I
am tending to my garden Tending to my garden and the
crop that I
have grown My car is heavy laden and soon I'll start the
engine Soon I'll start the
engine, wake the
children and be gone Oh, this little patch of dirt and this little pile of stones I
can wash the
dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones My shotgun it is loaded and it's hidden in the
cabin It's hidden in the
cabin and the
evening's growing chilled My mouth is dry, my hands are moist, if someone tries to stop me Someone tries to stop me, I
am ready now to kill Oh, this little patch of dirt and this little pile of stones I
can wash the
dust from off my face and skin But this earth is in my bones I
am watering my garden when I
smell the
cigarette smoke Smell the
cigarette smoke and I
turn 'round in the
dust And I
see the
glint of rifles but I
cannot see the
faces But I
recognize the
voices that say, "You must come with us"