Mother Maple - Chadwick Stokes, State Radio

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