Old Adam Songtext
von Hem

Oh Adam the crow
He′s building a home in your field
Where bitter weeds grow
All around the corn

Will you be the father
Who drives the thief from your home
Or let him run wild
As your firstborn


Well I carried the plow
To carve out a home in this land
And I carried the bow
To protect the corn

Now summer is over
My hands are tired and sore
And I can't stop loving
My firstborn

Oh Adam the crow
He′s flying away from your field
And you'll never know
What makes him run


I dreamed of my father
Who drove me out of his home
And I dreamed of forgiving
My wild son