Jim Tata - Guitar and Vocal

Recorded at
Scredco Studio
by Greg Bass

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JIM TATA
OARS
©2011 Jim Tata

Sun rising o'er the barren trees
On a cold mid winter day
As oars dip in the water
Of Narrgansett bay

Sixteen hundred thirty six
The year of our Lord
Thirteen men are landing
As the boats are shored

Thankful for the providence
Of the land that he surveys
One named Roger Williams
Falls to his knees and prays

Here I'll found a settlement
Unlike any heretofore
A lively experiment
Never tried before
Where there's freedom to worship
Whatever's in one's heart
With religion and government
Strictly kept apart

Hope is but a prayer
It's prayer that gives us hope
Along with earnest diligence
Our colony will cope

We haven't come for riches
We'll be mining different gold
In the place that we call Providence
We'll find freedom of the soul

'Cause here we'll found a settlement
Unlike any heretofore
A lively experiment
Never tried before
Where there's freedom to worship
Whatever's in one's heart
With religion and government
Strictly kept apart

After near four centuries
The experiment survives
Could Roger WIlliams ever know
He would touch so many lives
Now the sun rises o'er a city
So long since that humble day
When oars dipped in the water
Of Narragansett Bay