Girls Of Wild Strawberries
Robert Pollard
Allow to flee
A mile to be
All the while
In tribes I played
Survived and prayed to be free
And send my letters out
Delivered sermons to the sea
For the girls of wild strawberries
So proud to speak
Of how I otherwise am weak
And now I blind my head
Divine the current from the stream
A child I'll never know
Denied - reminded who are we
By the girls of wild strawberries
And now I blind my head
Divine the current from the stream
A child I'll never know
Denied - reminded who are we
By the girls of wild strawberries