Finale: The Lord Is With Us In This Place

歌詞

Old Adam, the crow Is building a home in your field Where bitterweeds grow All around the corn Will you be the father That drives the thief from your home? Or let him run wild As your first born? "Well I carried the plow And carved out a home in this world And I carried the bow To protect the corn Now the summer is over My hands are tired and slow And I can't stop loving My first born." Old Adam, the crow Is flying away from your field And you'll never know What makes him run "I dreamed of my father Who drove me out of his home And dreamt of forgiving My wild son."