Ephraim Rosenstein - On Nature lyrics

(Ahhs solo) (Ahhs with chorus) There is a place in the bottom of the soul, it's no bread of restitution hearts splash fly like dough where there is no pollution you would know words to hold folks question your solutions bedrock of a river that flowed no times, present or future We are men of - nature We are made from the earth at the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent only bein' only breathin' We're just children of believers. type, fire and water be strong with compa**ion in the morning we're born everlasting like the gra** by the sea bendin' with the wind which knocks ya down time and again We remain and sing stand until the dawn of day carries us away as We sway through the phases of each generation We leave our trace and then leave this station fierce fronts, fantasy phased no blame, untamed or spoken shiggy walks through this space on dry land that's cracked and broken we came: to taste the rain we're just, widows and orphans not afraid to feel the pain or to leave behind our notions bathe in showers, taste the tension, hear the howl, climb the mountain, kiss the cold and feel the frozen read the dreams in this here dungeon We are men of - nature We are made from the earth at the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent only bein' only breathin' We're just children of believers. There is fire in these leaves and therefore naturally, I'm not afraid to face these seasons. 'cuz, times change and there's no one to blame even when the day is leavin' will you rise like a lion in the morning sun or will ya, just lay there bleedin' when the time has come, return to the kingdom close my eyes and be screamin "freedom" freedom freedom freedom, freedom freedom freedom freedom We are men of - nature We are made from (freedom) the earth at the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent only bein' only breathin' We're just children of believers. We are men of, Nature We are made from the earth at the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent only bein' only breathin' We're just children of believers. children of believers. (echo: eevers..)