Clover Hill

By Terry Callaway

There was a town, not far away 

Where Clovers were the trade 

Four leaf Clovers for your wares 

It’s always been this way 

There were no fights, there were no squalor 

Down on Clover Hill 

Just children laughing, playing 

And the luck they wished to share 

Then the Bully came to town 

With his fancy new machines 

He got them from his pa 

And not through trading things, you see 

With his fancy new machines 

He dug up all the dirt 

Took it to his warehouse 

Where he was to sort 

There was no clovers left for all the children left to pick 

So the Bully came to them and he told them awful quick; 

“Sort my clovers for me, for your work you will be paid” 

They signed the pact before he said “One Clover every day” 

So every day the children went 

They picked out all the dirt 

All the clovers for the Bully 

And one back for all their work 

And ever since 

Clover Hill is just a tale they tell 

Nothing ever grows there 

There is nothing left to share 

The Bully came to town 

And with his fancy new machines 

He took out all the clovers 

And all the children’s dreams