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Linda Allen
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Many Generations
Seasons come & seasons go, to learn the things that women know Plant the seeds and tend the land, Working hearts and working hands If seeds are scattered to the wind, Like broken hearts or might-have-beens Daughters plant them once again Many generations. Many generations.
Grandma held a burning light Read her Bible every night Found the faith to carry on With sons and husband dead and gone And in my darkest times I see Grandma's light enfolding me And tho' her faith's a different hue Grandma, I remember you Many generations. Many generations.
My mother takes her own sweet time Drinks her days like vintage wine In the kitchen I can hear Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Her voice is rising sweet and clear Raised her kids and worked too hard Planted roses in our yard In the fall she pruned'em back Kids and roses needed that Many generations. Many generations.
Now my daughters make their way I smile to hear the things they say So many seeds I tried to plant Nurtured now in their strong hands Fingers dance on their guitars Songs as true as shooting stars Grandma's light is burning still I believe it always will Many generations. Many generations..
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