Lyrics

gather the children

the man came this morning
with his papers in his hand
speaking words from the city
i don’t quite understand
he said you got no right to be here
this ain’t your land
you better pack up
and move on while you can

so gather the children and load up the wagon
i’m too weary to fight and my spirit’s a-sagging
gather the children and load up the wagon
i’m too weary to fight and my spirit
it’s a-sagging

sarah, sweet sarah
my heart’s all in pieces
there’s fear in the valley
there’s hate in the hills
i built this damn homestead
with the sweat of my brow
now they want it
and they’re ready to kill me

so gather the children.....

big money means guns
and they want the coal from the hills
and i stood by old adrian’s grave
i’m sick to death of this killing
i want my peace of mind
luke was telling me
there’s free land on the prairie

so gather the children.....