This Town Is Not Your Own

In a cloud of dust they roam
Covered wagons down a country road
Happy people laugh and sing
For here the bell of freedom rings awhile
And the countryside is their own

Now the town, it's drawing near
Parents' eyes begin to shift with fear
While their children still play on
Not knowing they can never settle down
And make the town their own

'Round the camp, the fires are hot
Hungry children gather 'round the pot
But some will go to bed tonight
Without a bite of food, or heat, or light
'Cause the town is not their own

And at the dawning of the day
People come and tell us go away
We don't want you likes here
You bring dirt, disease, and to our children fear
Come on, get out, this town's not your own

So once more, we're on the run
Out to face the cruel winter sun
Oh, land of saints and scholars, we
Have lost our precious gift of charity
And don't recognise our own