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

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

I might try to run away

Like sitting in a sweet escape

I just might fly away

I reminisce the sunny day

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