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Light Hearted Latin Jazzy Reggae Pop

Liz's Song (Native to this Land)

Quiet as a shadow and
Silent as an eagle in the sky
She walks into the bedroom
Smiles at me and says hi
Softer than the morning sun
She slips beneath the covers
And she sighs
Momma says stop wiggling
But I can see the love that's
In her eyes

She's a native to this land
We call America
She's a kindred spirit to her mother's heart
And I know she knows how much
We care for her
Mom and Papa loved her from the start

Strings around the table
Strings around the kitchen chairs
Strings around the TV
She ties those stinking strings up everywhere
She's Tglinkit Aleute Athabascan
Her people make their living from the sea
Now she builds her nets from shoe strings
And catches the family


She's a native to this land
We call America
She's a kindred spirit to her mother's heart
And I know she knows how much
We care for her
Mom and Papa loved her from the start

She entertains herself
Hear her singing on the trampoline
Or playing on the dirt pile
Where she sets the fairies free
I say what's that in the buggy
She says it's just my Kitty
I dressed her up in pajamas
And momma's pearls

She's a native to this land
We call America
She's a kindred spirit to her mother's heart
And I know she knows how much
We care for her
Mom and Papa loved her from the start.



Words and Music by Greg Murat©1993
Publishing rights Spare Change Music (BMI)
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