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Times like thoseMy lowland homeHeaven and earth filled the room 'til the windows brokeThe children roseImagine the endGathered in praiseThe girls' voices are fierce in their wonder with hands on my faceThey say, ?You finally came?Oh, I've been a poor brotherLord, I took what was yoursYou must know I lied for my birthrightAnd sold it on the roadside for half what it was worthThe men that I've knownBlood and boneI have to believe will be welcome by boys of their ownSo that they might knowOh, I've been a poor brotherLord, I took what was yoursYou must know I lied in your favorI am marked in the valleyI am known along the wayWe still meet at the end of the day Oh, I am set freeAnd have been released Aus Songtexte Mania