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
(Instrumental)
Village women, tribal children

Native language, something's missing

Ripping spirit. no religion

This is what we teach our children
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
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
I just might fly away
I reminisce the sunny day
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
I just might fly away
Stolen stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen 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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