Şarkı Sözünü Düzelt

Şarkıcı

Şarkı

Şarkı Sözleri (Bob Hoffnar/Dan Messe) Old 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 first born Well I carried the plow To carve out a home in this world And I carried the bow to protect the corn Now summer is over My hands are tired and slow And I can't stop loving my first born Old 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