Born in the Country 歌词

All god's children Born in the country Born in the country Movin' to the city All god's children Born in the country They take with them The wealth of our land Soon squandered on trifles and sin They take with them The wealth of our land Quickly squandered, quickly squandered All god's children Born in the country Born in the country Movin' to the city All god's children Born in the country My own dear child She used to run wild In the pastures with the lambs and the colts My own dear child She used to run wild In the pastures, in the pastures All god's children Born in the country Born in the country Movin' to the city All god's children Born in the country Now she sits in a room With shuttle and loom And works with her head bent all day Now she sits in a room With shuttle and loom And her head bent, and her head bent Come home my child, come home Come home, my child, come home Cut the threads, lay down the shuttle Leave your city ways Leave the trouble in the town And come home All god's children Born in the country Born in the country Movin' to the city All god's children Born in the country When you get here We'll take down your hair And we'll call you by your given name When you get here We'll take down your hair And we'll call you by your name