You might see it all pass you by…

My Country – Rachelle Van Zanten

Hey there mister, take a good look at my country

It’s the natural bona fide high

When you look up from the numbers on your paper

You might see Yakista pass you by

You might see it all pass you by

My harlem grows 500 miles from the city

‘Neath the poplars and the ever-evergreens

I roam the hills to the shorelines of the Deni

Drink the water and we raise our families

And now there’s trouble here, in a land so far away

Where all the dark suits make the rules from 1000 miles away

I’ve seen your future here, I’ve read the history

You make your money grow while killing my country

Hey there mister, take a good look at my country

It’s the Eden and the apple of my eye

You come up from your office in the city

I will meet you at the river by and by

I can not let this pass me by