Vineland new jersey

Farm land stretching

Far as the eye can see

Not much down there but

Sun-scorched pastures in

1953

The war was over

And they came searching

For a place to be

They left the Rhineland

They lost their homeland

And all their family

Like feathers on the ocean breeze

They went spinning and

Tumbling across the sea

Never know where they come down

Or who they'd be

Like heather on the hillside

They were bruised

And they were battered by the breeze

Searching for a place

To be free

Sunburnt summers

Frostbite winters

The kids were plainly dressed

He left the farmhouse when

He was old enough

And headed out west

From California

To southern Africa

And all the way to France

And onto England to

Meet my mother in

1981

A feather on the ocean breeze

He went spinning and

Tumbling across the sea

Never knowing where

He'd come down

Or who he'd be

Like heather on the hillside

He was bruised

And he was battered by the breeze

Searching for a place

To be free

Oh and like a seed

That is flying in the wind

In search of water soil and sun

And the birds and the bees

To help it all along

Now here I am

33 years down

2017

I've seen the Rhineland

I've been to Vineland

I'm a feather on the breez