Bethany Weimers To The Land
Seems to me that something new is rising from the deepest blue
Enough to shake the timbers of the ages
Seems to me that something true is fighting forth and pushing through
Enough to break the spell to save us
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
To the land and to the sea
To the light inside of me
To the fragments ever calling
To the hand that ploughs the earth
To the leader of the search
To the shackles ever falling
Oh the land
Oh the land
Seems to me that something yearns, restless in its feasting world
Ancients rites for modern fights united
Seems to me that something turns, crippled lines emerge uncurled
Into sight into mind unbinded
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
To the land and to the sea
To the light inside of me
To the fragments ever calling
To the hand that ploughs the earth
To the leader of the search
To the shackles ever falling
Oh the land
Oh the land
Seems to me that something near reaches out for us to hear
Seems to me the path will clear, disillusion disappear
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go
Oh I am never letting go