People of My Village
Rusted Root
Good morning I see you
There on the phone
Good morning I see you
Dead on the throne
Like a dragonfly
With stone wings
Stone wings I sing
I tell you the ones I love
The people of my village
That I was drowned in a
Scotland sea
By pagans in ecstasy
Mother; Father you never
Heard from me
Good morning I see you
There on the phone
Good morning I see you
Dead on the throne
Here I sit
Stone wings
Stone wings I sing
I tell you, the ones I love
The people of my village
That I was drowned in a
Scotland sea
By pagans in ecstasy
Mother; Father you never
Heard from me
( Tell me why )
Good morning I see you
There on the phone
Good morning I see you
Dead on the throne
I was lifted
For the gift
For the gift I bring
Held down,
I drunk the town
For the people of my village