Goldenrod

Was I given this life
Just to spend like a bird in a mine
Was I given this life
To work all day, all night
When the mountains call
With the goldenrod
And I call my God
I call my God
Was I given this life
To bind and trade
Was I given this life
To rise some other day
Like the Pleiades
In Orion’s sky
Where I call tonight
I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
Was I given this life just like a bird in a mine
Was I given this life to grind and while away
Was I given this life to rise some other day
Like the Pleiades
In Orion’s sky
Where I call tonight
Was I given this life, just to spend like a bird in a mine
Was I given this life to barter, bind and trade
Was I given this life to rise some other day
With the Pleiades
In Orion’s sky
Where I call tonight
And I call