There's a chill in the air,
Whistles onto the old country fare
By the round all you see
On the land that is dearest to me they gave us no time
When they tore out the roots of our own
And you're no longer mine, but I'm with you wherever I go
If boarding??? at the doors, all the windows will look from before
and they gave me no choice
See, I'm holding out but they've taken my voice
They gave us no time,
When they tore out the roots of our own
You're no longer mine, but I'm with you wherever I go
[guitars break]
Another beautiful song of those singing birds left me behind
Of all the places I've found have been nothing of blood red skies
[guitars break]