Mother Maple Songtext
von Chadwick Stokes

Long before I knew you I was tumbling back home
I was just pushing down the pavement
I was turning into stone
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees
As long as she don′t kill us we'll be stronger in the end
And every boy out there on Bogle Street is dying to get in
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees
She gave me room to amble, with brier and bramble
And the old red door was always open to the angels and the devils
And nobody was young when they heard her mouth when she told us everything we never knew
It was the song of the grande madame
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed
We′re in the sugar shack making our porridge And you have given us more than we need
And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing
But you can't often get the air that you need
When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees
Laughter in the cottage house, could last for hours long
When we heard the last gasp we all gave up our mother's song
And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run, and you run
Mother Maple I drink from your syrup
And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed
We′re in the sugar shack making our porridge
And you have given us more than we need
And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing
But you can′t often get the air that you need
When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees