Born of fire, a flame in the dark Kept alight by the power of one desire Return unto an age when freedom bloomed
Beneath the Oak and sycamore Bonds forged to last forevermore
Down through the endless seasons of time Our voices cry together We'll never let our land be taken away We'll never let our bonds be severed
Long ago we lived for every season Long ago we truly knew this pleasant land
Time marched on, the knowledge was lost And the sense of being, free was now long dead and gone They herd us well, artificial cities to dwell
Deep forest, golden pastures They leave our hearts enraptured
We know the secrets nature holds Once last and now recovered We know our place, inside the greater scheme We know the craft, our rights uncovered
Long ago we lived for every season Long ago we truly knew this pleasant landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
