Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Sort Of Homecoming



And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance


And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape


Oh, oh, oh
On borderland we run


I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here


The city walls are all come down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance


And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own


Oh come away, oh come away, oh come away, I say I
Oh come away, come away, oh come, oh come away, I say I



Oh, oh, oh 
on borderland we run
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight


I'll be there tonight, I believe
I'll be there so high
I'll be there tonight, tonight


Oh come away, I say, I say oh
Oh come away, I say


The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream


Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh


Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain

She will die and live again

Tonight


And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light's in the distance


Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last

I am coming home
I am coming home



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