Chadwick Stokes - Mother Maple lyrics

Long before I knew you I was tumbling back home I was just pushing down the pavement I was turning into stone And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees As long as she don't k** us we'll be stronger in the end And every boy out there on Bogle Street is dying to get in And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run got to pick up your knees She gave me room to amble, with brier and bramble And the old red door was always open to the angels and the devils And nobody was young when they heard her mouth when she told us everything we never knew It was the song of the grande madame Mother Maple I drink from your syrup And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed We're in the sugar shack making our porridge And you have given us more than we need And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing But you can't often get the air that you need When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees Laughter in the cottage house, could last for hours long When we heard the last gasp we all gave up our mother's song And you run, and you run, and you run, and you run, and you run Mother Maple I drink from your syrup And I am thankful for the blood that you bleed We're in the sugar shack making our porridge And you have given us more than we need And I see more and more how you suffer, and not for nothing But you can't often get the air that you need When your roots leave the earth I will stay and get my honey from the trees