FRONT DOOR KEY

I can see my village
Right before my eyes
My beloved olive trees
Gave us such good lives

Between the blue of the sky
And the blue of the sea
All is won or lost
By our humanity

Here in my pocket
The front door key
Here in my heart
My beloved olive trees

The road is getting narrow
I'm running out of time
Beneath my olive trees
This land of mine

I sometimes sing to birds
Hoping the'll fly home
Sing to my loved ones!
Where I know every stone

If singing is the bridge
Between the walls of the mind
Who will sing
For this land of mine

If singing is the bridge
Between the walls of the mind
Who will sing
For Palestine

© 2020 Luka Bloom // www.lukabloom.com
(IMRO/MCPS Ireland)