Old Adam Letra

will you be the father
that drives the thief from your home
or let him run wild at your first born?

now I carried the plow
to carve out a home in this world
and I carried the bow to protect the corn
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 will never know what makes him run
I dreamed of my father
who drove me out of his home
and I dreamed I've forgiven my wild son