reggae &
blues, the kind not hard and angry
That great oak tree is walking
into the lonely night
That great oak tree is walking
into the lonely night.
Where do you go? Where do you go?
With that great tree walking
into the lonely night.
He's always bowed down over an old, old guitar.
This great giant is always bowed down over an old, old guitar
He listens for who might be walking this late and lonely night
This deep old country ain't for those without history.
He's taller than an oak
and stronger than a flood
He's always playing reggae songs
When reggae comes and goes
O, he's always playing reggae songs
When reggae comes and goes.
He's taking you into that deep old country of reggae and of blues
O, he's taking you into that deep old country of reggae and of
blues
And we go with him cuz he's the kind not hard and angry
We go with him cuz he's the kind not hard and angry
His way we don't mind the hungry animals barking at the moon
His way we don't mind the shadows following our little tune.
Plucking out the rain and seeds from that old guitar.
And send them vibrating way into the ground
This song is a slow firm hand
Shaking and lifting up them long and reaching roots.
From this old, charred earth
Making us new country of reggae and of blues
O, that great oak tree is making us new country
of reggae and of blues.
©
lyw
