Stolen Fruit

Good morning, sunshine Planted somewhere new Time cannot rewind The place from which you grew I reminisce the sunny day I might try to run away Like sitting in a sweet escape I just might fly away Your roots be golden Your new springs ford All that was stolen Now, can be reborn I reminisce the sunny day I might try to run away Like sitting in a sweet escape I just might fly away Village women, tribal children Native language, something's missing Ripping spirit, no religion This is what we teach our children Mmm, the chapters we don't know, there's no ink to fill them The visions of the soul, need Stevie to see them I reminisce the sunny day (don't know) I might try to run away Like sitting in a sweet escape (see them, see them, see them children) I just might fly away (children) I reminisce the sunny day (I see your children, I see your children) I might try to run away Like sitting in a sweet escape I just might fly away (Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit (Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit (Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit (Stolen fruit, stolen fruit) stolen fruit, stolen fruit