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ottomanelli, his wife and two cousins had crossed the atlantic to see what they'd find one was a farmer and one was a baker and one was a painter, a maker of signs ottomanelli had one dream above all to eat and to drink and to make wine in peace he'd run from the fascists, he'd run from the germans he'd now run a dairy farm in the northeast chorus: late in the night he grew cold in the shadows tried to recall his homeland, his dream and all to what end were they following jesus trying to focus and follow the gleam because he believed in the pope he had children there were more mouths to feed but more hands to help to milk all the cows and deliver the produce and help plant the com and rnake wine in the fall the years that were peacefu1 they soon were unsettled by salesmen come calling with things they don't need the children grew older, the children grew bolder went looking for jobs to buy all those things Letras de cancionesthe oldest went out, took a job in a factory making the gunsights for colt m-16's they were much in demand for a war off in asia he worked overtime and grew wealthy and clean one day he was watching a televised ball game a can of budweiser and popcorn in hand "we interrupt program to bring you the great news the war it is over, your jobs have been canned" ottomanelli was too old to farm now the fields they lay fallow, he sold all his cows he could not compete with the lobbying dairy-marts and their certified, pasteurized, homogenized now and no one had learned how to plant all the cornfields or help make the wine in the warm autumn sun the real estate people want land to build houses so where do you go when your dreams are all done From Letras Mania