"Gold Mandela" Lyrics

Living and loving don't really feel right
Giving those answers, looking at who might
Love is watered once a month, love is what I haven't got
But I remember...

Me in the hay loft, Reggie, who brought us
Feeding the chickens, pecking in saw dust
Hens in pens, and chicks and friends jumping on over the farmer's fence
He nearly caught us

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh

This child, her thoughts are secret
Weave my past on your sewing machine
Stitch my dreams in threads of a thousand colors
But the thread of gold Mandela is blue

Played with your dolly up in the nursery
Hid in the cupboard, you must've heard me
You don't seem to hear me knock, juvenile to think I'll be gone
For I believed it

Join the legion, knock down the forces
Give up religion, blame the horses
Hell's no rock like a woman's scorn, wrap my body in a uniform
I'm not a bad man

Ahhh, ahhh

This child, her thoughts are secret
Weave my past on your sewing machine
Stitch my dreams in threads of a thousand colors
But the thread of gold Mandela is blue

Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh........