This is your land. It's the way it was planned. Sky to the sea, something to see. Old ancient town, to the old people ground. I wanna know, something to go.
Lone child in the wild. A bird that's lost at sea. The words that whisper in the silent film. Say 'tomorrows gone for me'. All night lying with your head in my hands.
Go tell it on the mountain. Like it burst forth like a fountain. Try to shake the deep foundations of this land. High up on lover's land. They got hotel rooms so grand.