The Hardy Tree

Railway running through London Town
Remains tangled in roots as ordered by the crown

This city is growing, we don't want to see the dead
A nasty job it will be, fills young hearts with dread
The poet will be called, he'll find a new place to lie
Someplace out of the city, I want to see the sky

The dig is hard, he can only do it the one time
But he'll remember the feeling, one day he'll write a rhyme
Stones stuck together, home made human jam
It matters not to him, the sacrificial lamb

The dig is hard, he can only do it the one time
But he'll remember the feeling, one day he'll write a rhyme
Stones stuck together, home made human jam
It matters not to him, the sacrificial lamb



Credits
Writer(s): Joey Cole
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