Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
They called themselves our landlords
Seized our farms beside the sea
Condemned us for being different
And the crime of poverty
They indentured us to Carolina
To a planter in the colonies
Hearts torn from our homeland
From our fields along the sea
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
I'm old and stooped from labor
On my knees in foreign soil
Grieving for my people
Broken by their toil
My cries join with the seagulls
My sorrow has no end
For my grand-daughters won't remember
The wild coast of Brittany
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
David Marshall - LANDLORDS Lyrics
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Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
They called themselves our landlords
Seized our farms beside the sea
Condemned us for being different
And the crime of poverty
They indentured us to Carolina
To a planter in the colonies
Hearts torn from our homeland
From our fields along the sea
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
I'm old and stooped from labor
On my knees in foreign soil
Grieving for my people
Broken by their toil
My cries join with the seagulls
My sorrow has no end
For my grand-daughters won't remember
The wild coast of Brittany
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
They called themselves our landlords
Seized our farms beside the sea
Condemned us for being different
And the crime of poverty
They indentured us to Carolina
To a planter in the colonies
Hearts torn from our homeland
From our fields along the sea
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
I'm old and stooped from labor
On my knees in foreign soil
Grieving for my people
Broken by their toil
My cries join with the seagulls
My sorrow has no end
For my grand-daughters won't remember
The wild coast of Brittany
Seagulls cry above red farmlands
Riding salt winds blown from the sea
They call me to remember
The wild coast of Brittany
Writer: Barry Haggarty, David Marshall
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC