The Clearings

Standing in the doorway, looking through the rain
Women and the children wailing
Looking at the redcoats coming down the glen
The red and white, the muskets, knives to change our lives

I worked this land till it blistered my hands
To find my returns were meager
No government man with a paper in his hand
Can move me on, can take my home and all I own

They say America is opportunity
They need the land for sheep they own
So I must leave all I've known or die

Now it's the soldiеrs with the papers and the guns
Laid thеm here before me
A look in the eye of my babies and my wife
I sign away that which is mine

Standing on the ship and looking to the shore
Knowing I'll never see it anymore