Another song that needs research:


SANTA GEORGIA

Well I was not bound for Eden and my bag became a burden
So here I made my garden where the banks of burdocks grow
And there was no gold or silver where the foundry meets the river
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken and a thousand tongues are spoken
And new saints awaken where the banks of burdocks grow
So farewell cold winter we will all shine out together
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Well there is no peace or plenty in the land of old Brigante
But the rain falls down so gently where the banks of burdocks grow
And a fond lover's sweetness is a lantern in the darkness
Is a grand and burning furnace where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken ...

Well the king he sent his army from the land of old Brigante
And the soldiers they were weary where the banks of burdocks grow
So they stormed the temple quarter and the glass fell down like water
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Now old panes are broken...

On the road to old Brigando where the factory meets the meadow
There's a lantern in my window where the banks of burdocks grow
And a thousand trees are planted in the land of old Brigante
In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow

Where old panes are broken ...
Where old panes are broken

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