🎵
Hello freedom, my old friend
I’ve come to trade with you again
Because a vision of corn, ever growing
Left its mark while I was stacking
And the vision of corn that was rooted in my brain
Still remains
Within the realm of Bisq
🎵
🎵
Hello freedom, my old friend
I’ve come to trade with you again
Because a vision of corn, ever growing
Left its mark while I was stacking
And the vision of corn that was rooted in my brain
Still remains
Within the realm of Bisq
🎵