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This song is written by Stuart Walker a.k.a. Gumbo and uploaded with his permission. I thought it was really a well written song and recorded it really simply, just playing guitar and singing and then overdubbing another guitar track. It reminds me of the urbanization of America, even though I guess Stu wrote it about Ireland. I guess it's universal.
for more info on Gumbo, since he's not gotten around to putting up much here go HERE, The man's prolific, to say the least!
for more info on Gumbo, since he's not gotten around to putting up much here go HERE, The man's prolific, to say the least!
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Lyrics
there's cattle out lowing there's the last of the frost
and the sun going down on the stubble and the cross
and the shadow falling down out in front of the house
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
I buried the dream of our house and our land
buried the dream of my children
buried my dreams and the things I'd planned
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
we worked this field and we worked this hill
we worked the byre and we worked the till
worked til the sun went down all still
and the shadow of the Last Tree Standing
I buried the dream of my neighbours smile
buried the dream of the last long mile
buried the dream of growing a while
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
Well the revenue came and the revenue went
bills to be paid and the money all spent
food on the table or paying the rent
and the Shadow of the Last Tree Standing
And I dreamt one night of this hillside steep
dreamt of the forest both wide and deep
and the laughter of children jumping the leap
In The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
2007 Sg Walker
and the sun going down on the stubble and the cross
and the shadow falling down out in front of the house
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
I buried the dream of our house and our land
buried the dream of my children
buried my dreams and the things I'd planned
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
we worked this field and we worked this hill
we worked the byre and we worked the till
worked til the sun went down all still
and the shadow of the Last Tree Standing
I buried the dream of my neighbours smile
buried the dream of the last long mile
buried the dream of growing a while
The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
Well the revenue came and the revenue went
bills to be paid and the money all spent
food on the table or paying the rent
and the Shadow of the Last Tree Standing
And I dreamt one night of this hillside steep
dreamt of the forest both wide and deep
and the laughter of children jumping the leap
In The shadow of the Last Tree Standing
2007 Sg Walker
Feter
awesome ;...its alot of john Gorka here ..the
soft strummin and gorgeous singin shine here ..
this is all so wonderfull ...thnx for sharin such
gem !!