Equad'or 

by Gillie Mcpherson

Equad'or is so high, so close to God.

A wooden cross marks the peak of Nambija.

People go in search of gold, so close to God

In blood and sweat, in the death net of Equad'or.

They go panning for gold.

The young follow the old.

They work down to their bones.

Angeline in her dream wears rings of gold.

Men must toil through rock and soil for Angeline.

Pretty hands marriage bands that girl must have,

But she's so far from the screams in Equad'or.

They go panning for gold.

The young follow the old.

They work down to their bones.

Equad'or, Equad'or, Equad'or

SUMMERTIME

Summertime... and the living is easy


Fish are jumping.... and the cotton is high


Your daddy’s rich... and your mama’s good looking


Hush... little baby... don’t you cry




One of these mornings... you’re gonna wake up singing


You’re gonna spread your wings.... and reach to the sky


Until that morning ....nothing is gonna hurt you


You got your mama ...and papa... standing by.

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