23 Oct 2007 @ 23:57
Ore the Land
When the weight of this world takes its toll,
Then it's off to the forest I go,
Oh to sit by the stream, just to gaze and to dream,
on the waters as they slowly flow.
How my Spirit it longs to be free,
From this lonliness that's haunted me,
Yet here by this stream, as I gaze and I dream,
I am glad of its good company.
CHORUS: Ore this land....... how the waters do flow......
Above this land.... how the winds they do blow...
On this land..... all the green and the gold....
Soon this land... will be covered in snow.
As I recall the seasons and years,
Watch a slow parade of smiles and tears,
Here I still by this stream and I'll gaze and I'll dream,
Till I'm one with these waters so clear.
CHORUS: Ore this land....... how the waters do flow......
Above this land.... how the winds they do blow...
On this land..... all the green and the gold....
Soon this land... will be covered in snow.
Words and Music
By A. G. Jonas
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