Baghdad

She took a spade, oh she's digging away Through the sand with the hope that she'll find a new land Oh the days, Oh she's biting her nails Well she's anxious at times but remembers the tales Grandma sings Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things Grandpa tells Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had She couldn't bare the taste of mums tea Oh it runs through the roots of her family tree Oh the nights, as she's drifting away Hold onto the stories that hurt them to say Grandma sings Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things Grandpa tells Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had The taste of honey, her childhood street She imagined the mountains, her favourite sweets She dreamt of her father who said she was brave Those dark brown eyes, those war torn feet Grandma sings Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things Grandpa tells Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had That she never had That she never had