Testo
We've got land, we grow food
We bake bread and fell wood
Spring lambs in the fields
Sweet water in our hills
And at sunrise each day
We connect, we pray
We've got faith to spare
We bond, we share
So sit down, stop running
He's near, he's coming
Jackie taught
Adam drove a tank
Ellie travelled and I drank
John was a farmer, Ben flew
We broke ranks, but we grew
So sit down, stop running
He's near, he's coming
We found haven here in the Devon hills
Until the ice caps melt and the valleys fill
We'll sail away and look right down
At the carbon footprints in the sand
The upturned faces, outstretched hands
They never made this promised land
Look out!
No teeth, no nets
No thorns, no regrets
No past, no doubt
We sing, we shout
It's on the wind, in the trees
It's on land, it's at sea
Join hands, it's clear
This time he's near
Sit down, stop running
He's here, he's coming
Sit down, stop running
He's here, he's coming
