Baghdad

She took a spade, oh she's digging away
Through the sand with the hope that she'll find a new land
Oh the days, Oh she's biting her nails
Well she's anxious at times but remembers the tales

Grandma sings
Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things
Grandpa tells
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had

She couldn't bare the taste of mums tea
Oh it runs through the roots of her family tree
Oh the nights, as she's drifting away
Hold onto the stories that hurt them to say

Grandma sings
Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things
Grandpa tells
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had

The taste of honey, her childhood street
She imagined the mountains, her favourite sweets
She dreamt of her father who said she was brave
Those dark brown eyes, those war torn feet

Grandma sings
Of a life lived in Baghdad collecting new things
Grandpa tells
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had
Of a life lived in Baghdad that she never had
That she never had
That she never had