{"id":2501,"date":"2013-05-30T22:11:34","date_gmt":"2013-05-30T20:11:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helensjoholm.nu\/_eng\/?page_id=2501"},"modified":"2022-05-15T07:37:12","modified_gmt":"2022-05-15T05:37:12","slug":"wild-grass","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/helensjoholm.nu\/_eng\/2006-2010\/kristina-at-carnegie-hall\/wild-grass\/","title":{"rendered":"Wild Grass"},"content":{"rendered":"

Raymond Jaramillo McLeod, Russell Watson, Ensemble
\n<\/strong>
\nKarl Oskar <\/strong>
\nWhere once there was wild grass
\nNow there’s a wheat field
\nThis land was waiting for me
\nWas waiting its hour!<\/p>\n

Where once there was nothing
\nNo law, no power
\nThis land of prairie and pine
\nI made it flower!
\nWith this naked pair of hands
\nI made it mine<\/p>\n

There was another song
\nI knew it well
\nThe song of steel on rock it sang \u2013
\nIt rang of hell
\nAnd when there came a time
\nWhen hope was gone
\nWe loaded up the wagons
\nWe moved on
\nFrom that barren, stony ground<\/p>\n

Settlers <\/strong>
\nBarren, unforgiving ground<\/p>\n

Karl Oskar <\/strong>
\nWe loaded up, and we were
\nWestward bound<\/p>\n

The earth lay quiet here
\nSince time began
\nThrough all Creation waiting here
\nThe coming of man
\nNo axe rang in these woods
\nNo sign of toil
\nUntil I put my spade to work
\nAnd dug into this rich, black soil<\/p>\n

Settlers <\/strong>
\nWhere once there was wild grass
\nNow there’s a wheat field
\nThis land was waiting for us
\nWas waiting its hour
\n
\nNojd <\/strong>
\nYou got something for nothing
\n
\nSettlers <\/strong>
\nWhere once there was nothing
\nNo law, no power
\nWe spilled the sweat of our brow
\nAnd we made it flower
\nYes, we made it flower
\n
\nKarl Oskar <\/strong>
\nI watched my father fight
\nThose cruel stones
\nI saw him crippled at the end
\nThey broke his bones<\/p>\n

But here the plow runs deep
\nThe roots reach low
\nA man stands taller here
\nHis children grow
\nWhat we’ve done I will defend<\/p>\n

Settlers <\/strong>
\nWhat we’ve done we will defend<\/p>\n

Karl Oskar<\/strong>
\nYes, what we’ve won I’ll fight for till the end<\/p>\n

The earth lay quiet here
\nSince time began
\nThrough all Creation waiting here
\nThe coming of man<\/p>\n

No corn grew in these parts
\nNo cattle grazed
\nNow there’s no field that goes unploughed
\nThe children we have raised
\nThey do us proud
\nThe Lord be praised
\n
\nSettlers <\/strong>
\nThe fruit of the harvest
\nThe roof I raised here
\nThe logs that fell to my axe
\nWhat am I to blame for?<\/p>\n

Nojd <\/strong>
\nNothing you feel some shame for?<\/p>\n

Settlers <\/strong>
\nWe came for a new life
\nTo find a future
\nWith just the shirt on our backs
\nWe found what we came for<\/p>\n

Nojd <\/strong>
\nAnd you burned down the wild grass
\n
\nSettlers <\/strong>
\nWhere once there was wild grass
\nThere is abundance
\nAnd yes, we’re proud of the fact
\nThat we have dug and tilled
\nAnd drilled and hacked<\/p>\n

Karl Oskar <\/strong>
\nWe ask no favor
\nWe ask no pardon
\nWe found a wilderness here
\nWe planted a garden
\nWhere once there was wild grass!<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2010 Mono Music AB <\/em><\/p>\n

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