@migu music@

A tongue can accuse and carry bad news

The seeds of distrust, it will sow

But unless you've made no mistakes in your life

Be careful of stones that you throw.

A neighbor was passing my garden one time

She stopped and I knew right away

That it was gossip, not flowers, she had on her mind

And this is what I heard my neighbor say:

"that girl down the street should be run from our midst

She drinks and she talks quite a lot

She knows not to speak to my child or to me."

My neighbor then smiled and I thought:

A car speeded by and the screamin' of brakes

A sound that made my blood chill

For my neighbor's one child had been pulled from the path

And saved by a girl lying still.

The child was unhurt and my neighbor cried out

"oh! who was that brave girl so sweet? "

I covered the crushed, broken body and said

"the bad girl who lived down the street."