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"It Was Given" from Miranda Lee Richards "Echoes of the Dreamtime", available NOW! Please like and subscribe!

Words & Music by Miranda Lee Richards, based on the movie "The White Ribbon" by Michael Haneke
Produced, engineered and mastered by Rick Parker at The Sandbox Studios, Los Angeles, CA
Album cover art drawn by Darren Grealish

Miranda Lee Richards - vocals, acoustic guitar, Mellotron
Rick Parker - mandolin, organ, drums, timpani drums, percussion
Irina Bjorklund - musical saw
Kirk Hellie - baritone acoustic guitar
Paul Hoaglin - pedal steel, flute, clarinet
Samantha Smith, Meegan Michelle, Cheryl Caddick - backing vocals

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Lyrics:
She grew up in a nice big house
The walls were thick you could run about
It Was Given

White birds flew threw the thunderstorm
She was taught to fear nothing, and given a ribbon
To tie in her hair

And stone’s throw was all she could spare
A weakness took over that made her aware

Trouble descended on the tiny town
Unspeakable crimes and events began to happen
Reputations were ruined

Viewing each other through untrusting eyes
Everyone suspect even the children
With their angelic stares

And the rain continued to fall
She buttoned her petticoat up and stood tall

War began brewing in the countryside
Paranoia it spread, it was man’s poison
They passed the cup

Accounts traveled by word of mouth
Events conspired real or imagined
The situation worsened

The crows watched the scene from their perch on a wire
Hoping the contrast would birth a new desire

When Lady Peace finally answered her call
The horror subsided, and the cloud of fear was lifted
No one ever convicted

The willows rested their branches
The sheep grazed in silence on a little plot of Heaven
The souls had risen

And the birds resumed their beautiful song
And the ghosts began to right all their wrongs

Time, the great healer, softened the ground
History righted itself through future generations
The legacy forgotten

A fine white snow covered the land
All clues and signs of the past remained hidden
All was forgiven

She said I hear the clock ticking twice
Transforming shards of darkness into light
Murals in the street showing scenes from their lives
Grateful for being born in another time

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