A folk love song written while living in poverty on the West Coast of the USA in the 1970's-- after being given a new present from a lover and Movement comrade.
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(lyrics)
You gave me a present new
To show me the love you feel
Do the scholars foolishly brood?
Are you finding hidden tools?
It's so hard to speak to you
And express the love I feel
We've been happy in our home
Although we've often been alone.
Molly Pitcher stayed
And didn't desert her cause
I hope you never fade
And always fight the wrongs.
Castles explode each day
And new worlds they are proclaimed
And from across Atlantic waves
Come songs from the I.R.A..
And Cuba sends more brigades
And bankers make you enraged
And you kiss me when we play
And talk about Safeway.
I hope you've been fulfilled
And don't ever call me cruel
You know I love you still
Your soul is so beautiful.
I see how you like to cook
And how you like to read books
And we've climbed up many hills
And fled those who do evil.
You've been a faithful love
And given me many hugs
I feel like we have the same blood
And we've certainly had much fun.
Vendors crowd the streets
While panhandlers beg for more
We've found something very deep
Although we're still very poor.
Yes, you gave me a present new
To show me the love you feel
Do the scholars foolishly brood?
Are yu finding hidden tools?
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