From the recording Count the Wicked
Written by Mama's Broke
Amy Lou - Vocals, Banjo
Lisa Maria - Vocals, fiddle, fiddlesticks, foot percussion
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Lyrics
When everything is dead in the fields, in the swamps, in the mountains
When all things have past and gone, and my friends have all moved on
Where will I go, where can I be , where will you meet me
Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me
When everyone can choose any side of the line to be born on,
Turn their faces to the sun and fear not what walks behind them
Where will they go, these stones I throw, built into a wall that contains thee
Let all that what can may come, I will need no one to keep me
Inside, outside
We are in churches painted with all of things that you call freedom
Inside, outside
We are in churches painted with all of things that you call freedom