Bees This Is The Land
The windows were black
But I saw through
You don't know me
And I don't know you
Through the viewfinder
There's no one beside her
I see there's no worry
See there's no hurry
This is the land that I travelled through
Bridges arriving
The stage coach is driving
Over the hills
Till you see the windmill
The sea in the harbour
Has left for the time now
And the ledge won't pretend
When it's holing your hull
This is the land that I travelled through
