Lyrics:

Hiding from the faces that we know



Riding to the places we have grown







And I walk in the sun but my feet are damp



And I speak with the folk like my fathers son



And my feet they are worn but they're comfortable



Let our fathers sing this







Hiding



Riding



Hiding oh don't you want to go away?



I'm feeling that I'm far away today



Away



I'm feeling that I'm far away today







Singing



There will come a time to sing



Stirring



After days of being still