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Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient drums
I will lay down my fear
To find out right here
What I'm made of deep down inside
And my heart sings once more
On a far distant shore
And the song tells me I have arrived
I have walked cold grey streets
Where eyes don't meet and no one knows my face
Stone and steel hide the sky
Voices cry then fade without a trace
Like a wandering child
I'll call back to the wild
To north country where I belong
And my heart sings once more
On a far distant shore
And the song rings out
Sacred and strong
I will lay down my fear
To find out right here
What I'm made of deep down inside
And my heart sings once more
On a far distant shore
And the song tells me I have arrived
Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient drums
Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient drums