Lyrics
We're going to get there on the winged ones
beyond the billowing drums
to the garden, O' our homeland
I can feel it
to the morning through this suffering
to the morning light
through this budding, through this blossoming I can feel it
We'll get there
Its upon us such a simple love
above the fog and the fire
to dance upon it
death is honest
an art and artist, we'll get there
we're going to get there on the winged ones
above the fog
to the garden, O' the homeland
I can feel it