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Crossing Field Drum

no lie We cross our heart and hope to die Hope to die We stare you eye to eye We tell the truth no lie We cross our heart and hope to die Hope to die

lunch and then wandered over to the cathedral to observe the wonderful faces on the Portico. May, 1992 - Santiago de Compostella (St. James in the Field

fish I'm amphibious, citizen with the lesson plan Cashier at the J5 concession stand, Akil The militant steel with the peripheral Telegraphic skill build up cross field

out my hand 'Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't tryin' Hold up nigga, I don't know Ya gotta reach out at the same time You want some, come get some Tyson's on the drum

But I have my own Hidden somewhere deep inside of me In between my father's fields And the citadels of the rule Lies a no-man's land which I must cross

to make the tractors and the Combines that plowed and harvested this great land Now I see my handiwork on the block Everywhere I turn And I see the clouds cross

countless white crosses stand mute in the sand To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To a whole generation that were butchered and damned. Did they beat the drum

all Or do I ever cross your mind Do I ever cross your mind Tell me darling Do I ever cross your mind --------------------------------------------------------------- Musicians: Larry Atamanuik- Drums

Land And the countless white crosses in mute witness stand. To man's blind indifference to his fellow man To the whole generation that was butchered and downed. Did they beat the drum