Fanny Lumsden - Stories

[Verse 1]
Harvest in November
Rose coloured December
It's warmer when I remember
Driving Riverina
We're strict on table manners
Meal times really matter
For years, we've told each other
The land goes to your brother

[Chorus]
What are we other than the stories we tell ourselves?
They're passed down, generations
Quietly shaping everyone else
I never once asked you if you thought that you could cope
'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope

[Verse 2]
We reward those who work hard
Try our best from the start
Oh, nothing good comes easy
But do you believe that in your heart?

[Chorus]
'Cause what are we other than the stories we tell ourselves?
They're passed down, generations
Quietly shaping everyone else
I never once asked you if you thought that you could cope
'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope
Yes, I never once asked you if you thought that you could cope
'Cause love lies in the possibility of hope