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olive tree - toby martin lyrics

i put an olive tree in the garden
’cause it reminded me of lebanon
i don’t ever wanna go back there, that’s where i’m from
i tell my children when they’re listenin’
“this is now your home
learn the words to the national anthem, sing along.”

la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…

i passed his room at midnight
strip of light under the door
i always thought that he was studying
that’s what those books were for
any father of sons will tell you;
you can’t watch them every hour
have to let them become the person that they are

i can’t keep track of everything he’s readin’
i can’t keep track of what the priest is saying
i don’t follow him on fridays
i don’t ask him for what he’s prayin’
just take him down to the park on sundays
i feel our connection so profoundly
when he kicks it long, i feel it in my own body
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la

he came home from school one afternoon
speechless in his rage
two boys had told him, “kiss the flag,”
held him down ’til he obeyed
and, as his face pressed into the dirt
all he could think was how
he always thought that it was his flag too
it isn’t now

now, one night i had been drinking
and we had an argument
one or two words were spoken
then out the door, he went
i said, “what’s it got to do with us?
hezbollah and hamas
it’s not the devil versus satan
who is fighting in damascus
but at that, he got all high and mighty
and he headed for the door
i said, “do you even know what they’re fightin’ for?”
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la…
la, la, la, la…
la, ah, ah, ah…
ah, ah, ah…

now, i hear all this quiet
nothin’ trembles, nothin’ moves
no distant sound of car bomb
a deathless afternoon
the grass clipped to the edges
and the wheelie bins in line
why would he wanna throw this all away?
why would he leave this all behind?
and when they open up the paper and see fundamentalism’s face
well, i just see a child who had no choice to in the first place
and now, the olive tree is thriving like its been here all along
next to the english rose that was here when we moved in

- toby martin lyrics

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