Like a country house

Black soil fer my callused hands

To send my fingers down



But this skin is young and once a little wind

Sunburn and weather rain



Chours:

But until then its just the shifting grass 

The open road

Its the gathering of what the hunter said nomad knows 

The farmer waits with steady hands to call me home

But until then its just the shifting grass open road



Ten thousand years ago nomad settled down 

Gave up his wanderin to sow seeds in the ground

He sang a quiet song while the work was done

Stood still and he'd moving sun (?) 



Chours



Where do I go from here my time has not yet gone

Just see an open door I hear the foot steps of the young 

Like sea the summer breze we search the steady ground 

Waiting for our roots go down



Chours (x2)



						     



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