Old Adam Lyrics - Hem

(Bob Hoffnar/Dan Messe) 

Old Adam the crow 

He's building a home in your field 

Where bitter weeds grow all around the corn 

Will you be the father 

Who drives the thief from your home 

Or let him run wild as your first born 

Well I carried the plow 

To carve out a home in this world 

And I carried the bow to protect the corn 

Now summer is over 

My hands are tired and slow 

And I can't stop loving my first born 

Old Adam the crow 

He's flying away from your field 

And you'll never know what makes him run 

I dreamed of my father 

Who drove me out of his home 

And I dreamed of forgiving my wild son