Christian Kjellvander - Lady Of The Land lyrics

As the landscape unfolds And the skyline fades agray These ditches were dug by ghosts We just roll by with lazy grace Lines in fields tell that fall is coming late Lines in hands - ambition or fate Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers dead and buried We have love for those whom the earth has married She sprung from this soil Lived of this air And pa**ed through this sand So far from poor So close to me And so close to land What goes around comes around Comes down Her beacon was barely burning She saw the fire underground We have so much to learn from nothing From the silent, the humble, the sound But there is one thing that keeps us poor There is nothing here to die for