Lyrics

There lies a land around this bend, round this bend round this bend
that ancient winding river bears me home
It hangs on dirt and burned out trees, feeds on hearts and broken dreams
Forsaken land where only dead men roam

Take me home winding river, Take me home winter sun
To that empty desert basin where our virtue's never won
When setting sun hits the ground and reverent cries through fog resound
To flame and fire I'll finally succumb

There flies a banner on that hill, on that hill, on that hill
where we travel under blanket of cold dawn
and at the dying of this day, as last light fades into grey
we take this land, their weary souls move on

Take me home to my birth right, take me home forest floor
to ancient eyes that never cry, and don't see anymore
When harvest moon ascends the sky, we shall emit our battle cry
this band of shadows with the sun will rise once more

Sits a hole in this ground, in this ground, in this ground
Where my body lay 100 years or more
it's lost to earth like fleeting time, fallen leaves and salted brine
vacant cavities that wash upon this shore

Take me home rising headland, take me home raging seas
to that purple mountain valley where our souls are finally free
when dormant sun rises high and starving birds erupt dead cries
Decaying bodies turn to groves of trees

There lies a land around this bend, round this bend round this bend
that ancient winding river bears me home
It hangs on dirt and burned out trees, feeds on hearts and broken dreams
Forsaken land where only dead men roam
Forsaken land where only dead men roam
Forsaken land where only dead men roam