Leaf Piece

I'm clinging on to my homeland

My fingers clawing earth, peat and sand

My back's still hurting bad

But my eyes are still attached

To a vivid dream of lousing times

And the promise of my leaf piece

In the furrows of my bag

And in my laughter lines

I hear the songs my father sang

I have but half the voice he had

I keep it harnessed reign it in

Until the sun it melts on the horizon

That's when I clap eyes on my lass

And I find I'm singing like a lark

My voice is calloused and my back is choked

And out of earthen clods my heart will soar

For now my tongue is held

And my wheesht is haud

But for now my tongue is held

And my wheesht is haud