Stolen Fruit

Good morning, sunshine
Planted somewhere new
Time cannot rewind
The place from which you grew

I reminisce the sunny day
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
Oh, I just might fly away

Your roots be golden
Your new springs ford
All that was stolen
Now can be reborn

I reminisce the sunny day
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
Oh, I just might fly away

Village of women, tribal children
Native language, something's missing
Ripping spirit, no religion
This is what we teach our children
Mm
The chapters we don't know
There's no ink to fill them (mm)
The visions of the soul
Need Stevie to see them

I reminisce the sunny day (oh-whoa, don't know)
I might try to run away (mm)
Like sitting in a sweet escape (see them, see them, see them children)
Oh, I just might fly away (children, ooh)

I reminisce the sunny day (I see the children, I see the children)
I might try to run away
Like sitting in a sweet escape
Oh, I just might fly away

Stolen, stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen, stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen, stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen, stolen fruit (stolen fruit)
Stolen fruit (stolen fruit)