1847 歌詞
1847 - Searson
In 1847 they arrived on the ship
Build our home that's now a bar
That our life had a farm
In the feel they're not the cattle
Knows the tell on the tree
Through the park the bad
They like to hang for their came
Thrown hard hands never work so hard
Every hour every day
Crock clear dark winter silent crackle through the court
Right night swattered
We're stars above the farm
You left with the spark
Well they never have toiled
Strong every rules internet and soil
Six generations have call this the honor
Survive in our food
That their fills grown
Strong hard hands never work so hard
Every hour every day
Crock clear dark winter silent crackle through the court
Right night swattered
We start above the farm
The golden clam a far
Beauty beyond just are
They changed our life whatever
With their stream they build together
Crock clear dark winter silent crackle through the court
Right night swattered
We're stars above the farm