Great halls wide with the ages And filled with the treasures of time High walls more than the strongest of hearts Should believe they could climb We all stand here broken and torn We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields Back to the rolling hills Back to the running burn I don't know anything greater than you
High talk carefully chosen To distance and hold well away Thin words more than the gentlest of hearts Can honestly say We all stand here broken and torn We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields Back to the rolling hills Back to the running burn I don't know anything greater than you
It turns inside itself Never ever to be understood Great days held for the few Who don't care and don't think they should We all stand here broken and worn We long to get back to what's real
Back to the open fields Back to the rolling hills Back to the running burn I don't know anything greater than you