Leaf Piece

I'm clinging on to my homeland
My fingers clawing earth, peat and sand
My back's still hurting bad
But my eyes are still attached
To a vivid dream of lousing times
And the promise of my leaf piece
In the furrows of my bag
And in my laughter lines

I hear the songs my father sang
I have but half the voice he had
I keep it harnessed reign it in
Until the sun it melts on the horizon
That's when I clap eyes on my lass
And I find I'm singing like a lark
My voice is calloused and my back is choked
And out of earthen clods my heart will soar
For now my tongue is held
And my wheesht is haud

But for now my tongue is held
And my wheesht is haud