Mr. Jefferson from Agraria by Dan Imhoff

Mr. Jefferson

I see you standing on your hill
In your garden with your violin
I see you writing with your quill
A lightning bolt of inspiration

Clouds surrounding Monticello
Your young wife is quickly fading
You can hear the heavens bellow
Or is it the raging fires of Hades

I know you
I don’t know you
You’re a father to me
You’re not a father to me

Toss and turning in the dark
Lost in sparks of wild abandon
Troubled waters of the heart
There are no boots that you can stand in

Every generation
Has to learn to wage its war
Tear down the foundation
Of what was built there once before
Every generation has to write its declaration
You can never give up
Never give out
Never give in

Now there’s nothing more to sell
Your great white horse is in the meadow
Only history will tell
The price you paid for freedom

I know you
I don’t know you
You’re a father to me
You’re not a father to me
Mr. Jefferson
Mr. Jefferson

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