Santa Georgia from Fifty Verses by Melrose Quartet

Well I was not bound for Eden and my bag became a burden

So here I made my garden where the banks of burdocks grow

And there was no gold or silver where the foundry meets the river

In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken and a thousand tongues are spoken

And new saints awaken where the banks of burdocks grow

So farewell cold winter we will all shine out together

In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Well there is no peace or plenty in the land of old Brigante

But the rain falls down so gently where the banks of burdocks grow

And a fond lover’s sweetness is a lantern in the darkness

Is a grand and burning furnace where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken …

Well the king he sent his army from the land of old Brigante

And the soldiers they were weary where the banks of burdocks grow

So they stormed the temple quarter and the glass fell down like water

In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Now old panes are broken…

On the road to old Brigante where the factory meets the meadow

There’s a lantern in my window where the banks of burdocks grow

And a thousand trees are planted in the land of old Brigante

In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken …

Where old panes are broken …

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