Stolen Fruit

Good morning, sunshine
Planted somewhere new
Time cannot rewind
The place from which you grew

I reminisce the sunny day
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
I just might fly away

Your roots be golden
Your new springs ford
All that was stolen
Now, can be reborn

I reminisce the sunny day
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
I just might fly away

Village women, tribal children
Native language, something's missing
Ripping spirit, no religion
This is what we teach our children
Mmm, the chapters we don't know, there's no ink to fill them
The visions of the soul, need Stevie to see them

I reminisce the sunny day (don't know)
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape (see them, see them, see them children)
I just might fly away (children)

I reminisce the sunny day (I see your children, I see your children)
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
I just might fly away

(Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit
(Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit
(Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit
(Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit



Credits
Writer(s): Itai Shapira, Tarriona Ball, Brian Wiggins, Albert Allenback, Norman Spence, Ron Allen, Nathaniel Brown
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