Through peace and plenty
I’ve stood
I’ve stood
Through squabbles and poverty too
I saw hundreds fall in my shade
To fire and storm and saw
And I stood
I’ll topple too
I’ll be nurselog to hundreds and moss
Tipping roots to the sky
And top to the sea
Until then
Lean on me, lady
And look
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