If you take me from my land You leave me with no soul, I am like a tree Everything I am is rooted in the soil Or I am just a stick to burn I see you my brother In your desert shining With your hand of gentle welcome You're looking for my sense of humour I wonder how you do it Carryin' a heavy load And I am proud to know you The Keeper of the Stones Elder of your tribe The truth is turning slowly
I feel it in my bones Rising on a beautiful day I see it in your knuckles I see it in your eyes You have been as low as you can go It makes me happy brother To see how well you're travelling You've risen from the ashes, yeah Soon you'll be a poppy, standing on your own They'll try to bring you down when you're tall But you have the power given in the stones Your victory belongs to us all