Dying on the stones
'Cos he was lost in some dark forest
When seed is in the ground
Late last night as the world was sleeping
Waiting with the storm
Can your freedom heal the pain
I dreamed my boy, he was calling out
And bring my boy back to me again?
Oh oh oh
But can your freedom send the rain
But he has gone to fight for freedom
And my son he is all I have
Worked it with my hands
And the winter waits in shadow
Leaving with my heart
Oh oh oh
Many fall on the road to freedom
Worked it with my hands
But can this freedom send the rain
All my life I have loved this land
I watched them sail from the rocks below me
And bring my boy back to me again?
I am old and my bones are weary
All my life I have loved this land
Can this freedom heal the pain
When seed is in the ground
'Twas like the sea in its endless rage
