Nancy Kerr 2013
Melrose Quartet: https://melrosequartet.bandcamp.com/track/santa-georgia
https://melrosequartet.bandcamp.com/track/santa-georgia
Well I was not bound for Eden and my bag became a burden So here I made my garden where the banks of burdocks grow And there was no gold or silver where the foundry meets the river In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow Chorus Where old panes are broken and a thousand tongues are spoken And new saints awaken where the banks of burdocks grow So farewell cold winter, we will all shine out together In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow Well there is no peace nor plenty in the land of Old Brigante And the rain falls down so gently where the banks of burdocks grow And a fond lover’s sweetness is a lantern in the darkness Is a grand and burning furnace where the banks of burdocks grow Well the king he sent his armies from the land of Old Brigante And the soldiers they grew weary where the banks of burdocks grow And they stormed the Temple Quarter and the glass fell down like water In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow On the road to Old Brigando where the factory meets the meadow There’s a candle in my window where the banks of burdocks grow And a thousand trees are planted in the land of Old Brigante In the land of Santa Georgia where the banks of burdocks grow