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TAMSON WEEKS

Tamson Weeks, walks alone
Gathering leaves and twigs
She'll dry them in the sun
As the day birds sing

CHORUS: Tamson Weeks,
Fevered brows, broken hearts
Tamson Weeks
Knows what you need, when
life falls apart

Have a sip, of her brew
Ghost Tea it is called
Sweet fern, milk not quite burned
It'll turn your troubles 'round

CHORUS: Tamson Weeks,
Fevered brows, broken hearts
Tamson Weeks
Knows what you need,
when life falls apart

A Wampanoag, who knows the earth
And it's healing ways
Secrets passed down to her
From Indian yesterdays

CHORUS: Tamson Weeks,
Fevered brows, broken hearts
Tamson Weeks
Knows what you need,
when life falls apart

© Thea Hopkins 2018