- cifra
There's a big old moon in the dying room tonight
All the army greens burst at the seams sometimes
They call her Sugarcane and she moved like rain
But she's too proud to unmask the crowd
That's gathered round as she cries
Sugarcane 1968
1968 they were taught to hate and fight
1992 he says "don't I know you?"
And the rain it fell until she died
Old adversaries when they meet again
Are as familiar as two old friends
Let her dance for you
You walk around the corner
You look into your own eyes