Laura Jorgensen - Exodus

Sittin round the fire on the coldest nights, mother often cries
Fingers in the dirt, heart below the earth, lines around her eyes
My grandfather lost his farm half century ago
Since the day that I was born, the only thing I've known is this

Our feet fall heavy in the dust
Hear the sound of exodus
All along the raw and wavering road
Shedding tears for our home

I know that I'm not the only child living in a lie
Mother always says only monsters live on the other side
But your eyes are amber color, just like mine
And your hands are soft as butter
You are not a crime to love

Our feet fall heavy in the dust
We're the sound of exodus
All along the raw and wavering road
Shedding tears for our homes

Oh my love
They will try to keep us from each other
Like the land is separated from itself
But I know one day we'll mend it
They will try to keep us from each other
Like they try to stem the river's flow
But we will always be within each other's arms
At night, when we are in the dark
And dreams come about our fathers' lands
I will only hold your hand
All the love of man or woman
One day they'll understand