Dreams Of Nectar - Abigail Washburn

The first day I stand foot

In this fair country

Border man took my paper

Told me I would be free

Border man took my paper

Told me I was now free

Walking out into the open air

Well what did I see

Birds flying on a westwind

Sure an omen for me

Opened up my mama’s suitcase

Saw the holes in my shoes

Kicked off my old home soil

Knowing I couldn’t lose

I kicked off that dried up soil

Knowing I couldn’t lose

Wearing my hands down on three jobs

From the morning through the night

Weary eyes don’t see the difference

'Tween the dark and the light

Weary eyes don’t see the difference

'Tween the dark and the light

10 years later Papa wrote me

Saying Mama had died

Wish that I could see her face now

And the hope in her eyes

Wish that I could see her face now

And the hope in her eyes

I’m just old now, all alone

In a land of fertile life

I see my unborn born babies

Tired birds in the sky

I see my unborn born babies

Tired birds in the sky

Before I die grant me one thing

Grant one thing to me

Don’t let me dream of nectar

Make me fruit on the tree