grove

Where the grass grows green,
where my rosebud lays,
so gentle a sweet
blossoms in May

on Wallace's grove
the men they fight
for freedom and dignity
for half a pint

Together we united
on a colony day
our brethren draws circles
among the fleeted concave

What do you want?
What does he whisper?
Money and gold
and a fool rush in the valley

never make the mistake over choosing gold over love
for it will occur to you, love, triumphs all
in battle and seniority
love triumphs all

Never forget what I tell you
for the past may haunt your soul
reckon steed forth
on yonder, be young