Lletres: Greg Brown. Heart Of My Country.

When I was a child I heard music
And I knew that it was coming from me too
Now everywhere I go
I hear some kind of music
I don't know where it's coming from, do you?

And I used to sit by the dim radio window
Waiting for the magic hour to start
You can take the heart out of my country
You can't take the country out of my heart

Well there comes a time when we all have to travel
Some to look for home and some to hide
There was a war at home
And a war across the ocean
Families were split from the inside

And we stood there holding hands, signs and candles
But soon enough our hands all had to part
You can take the heart out of this country
But you can't take the country out of your heart

Well, it's more than cities, fields and mountains
More than a place to view the farmer man (??)
And everyday I want to thank all the angels
That it's more than its congress and its president

And I long to hear the music of its choir
When everyone shall stand and sing their part
And we can keep the heart in our country
And we can keep the country in our heart

And we can keep the country in our heart