Christian Kjellvander - Rid lyrics

Depart and get no further than halfway around the world Ascend and get no closer than halfway around the girl I was born a farmer and you were born a farm To earth, baby, has fallen and it shall spiral on To rid it of its wars and worries To rid it of its wars and worries To rid it of its wars and worries To rid it of its wars and worries Be it clean or dirty, common or strange In the late or early, out of lust or out of rage All gods, little demon, came to me as one My nature knows but this â?? to love what I hail from To rid me of my wars and worries To rid us of our wars and worries