There's a wagon that moves
Back from the days
From the black, white, and crude
The arrow and the blade
If I once was a dove
I meant to fly away
But I'll bite my tongue
And take it to the grave
Have we come so far
I don't know
It's the workers in the field
That put us all to shame
And the silence of the woods
As if you never came
If I once was a dove
I meant to fly away
But I'll bite my tongue
And take it to the grave
Have we come so far
I Don't know