Rusted Root
People Of The Village
Good morning I see you There on the phone Good morning I see you Dead on the throne
Like a dragonfly With stone wings Stone wings I sing I tell you the ones I love The people of my village That I was drowned in a Scotland sea By pagans in ecstasy Mother; Father you never Heard from me
Good morning I see you There on the phone Good morning I see you Dead on the throne
Here I sit Stone wings Stone wings I sing I tell you, the ones I love The people of my village That I was drowned in a Scotland sea By pagans in ecstasy Mother; Father you never Heard from me
( Tell me why ) Good morning I see you There on the phone Good morning I see you Dead on the throne
I was lifted For the gift For the gift I bring Held down, I drunk the town For the people of my village