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Southlands

from Classic Fadeout by The Stanfields

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I was born in this land
And I run among the barley
I remember those times like yesterday
I knew nothing of me father
Just the tales told by me mother
As we slept by the horses in the hay

In the Southlands she’d say
They take rest in their goose beds
And loll away on the cold winter nights
But don’t be leaving nor reavin’
Like a borderless heathen
Like your daddy
Who took the wrong way home

With the wind at our backs
We took our leave after the harvest
13 men and their charges rode away
We forged through the rains
Hit like hammers on upon the anvil
But returned only few upon the day

In the Southlands we paid
With our fair share of blood upon
Our saddles - and a lifetime of tears
I was thieving – I was reavin’
Like a borderless heathen
Like my daddy
I took the wrong way home

Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour
Somewhere out there in the mist
Lay a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley

Ghost and kin
Come to me at every hour – every day
And they won’t let me forget
About a child who never will run among the barley
Run among the barley

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from Classic Fadeout, released January 24, 2020

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The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

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