La Acequia

written by Char Rothschild

Oh white rose of the snow,
you have taken root far below.
Though the night be as black as the sloe,
all around me you curl as you grow

Many flowers from one water
from the mother to the daughter
From the father to the son,
let it run, let it run.

I am thankful for what you have shown
in the darkness inside me it’s grown
in the truth everything will be shown
when we call the children home.

Many flowers from one water
from the mother to the daughter
From the father to the son,
let it run, let it run.
Somos flores de una semilla
como la madre a la hija,
como el padre a su hijo,
la acequia, ya corrió.

Char – dobro, saz, trumpet, vocals.
Robby – cajon, calabash, djembe, backing vocals.
Jon Gagan – bass.