From the recording Eye In The Lens
Lyrics
Earth beneath your feet. Sacred ground so deep. The dirt held in your hand. Slips into the wind.
Resistant to let go, but your history we all know... Ground in blood and stone. Years of work to the bone.
Sovereign soil of generations past. Loosely spread, family clay remains intact.
Older everyday, like the boards pulled from that clay. Strong memories hold, As the dust now floats away.
Sovereign soil of generations past. Loosely spread, family clay remains intact.
The past behind, blows the chime. The heart, the mind, never gone, never gone.