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Blackberry

©1981 Neal Gladstone

I’ve walked along this dusty road 10,000 miles
A weary stranger looking for a sigh
You marked my way and gave divine direction
Though I hardly realized it at the time

Chorus
Blackberry Blackberry along the path I travel
Mother nature’s pilgrim in a wasteland of concrete
Reclaiming stolen inches from the asphalt and the gravel
Your thorns are sharp and nasty but your fruit is very sweet
And mother nature humors our intention
To fill a need that seems to have no end
We strip her wealth with cool justification
But in the end she takes it back again

Chorus
And when I die please lay me on a hillside
With berry bushes planted all around
And there I’ll lie at peace with all creation
Protected by your fine and thorny bough

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