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In Mama's Field

In Mama's field you watched me grow
A wise young man I b'came so
From three to twelve, it was a sight
My life began to take its flight
My love for you was all I know

My last ol' days were spent solo
Adventuring b'yond the snow
My grave sits where frost does bite
In Mama's field

D'not find pity, d'not find woe
Because my life is spent below
D'not live a life filled with spite
You still live, go enjoy the light
Ill watch up here, your life aglow
In Mama's field





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