Cry of the Land - Skyclad

Vibrant and real I lie

Mantled by the open sky

The wind and waves my lullaby

I am the land.

Why do you view me with

Eyes unable to see

The beauty in all that is pure

When it’s left to live free?

So hot the fires within my breast

Rock and steel can’t stand their test

Yet songbirds in my green beard nest

I am the land.

That which is so strong and old

Cannot be bought or sold

Mine is the green and gold

Wealth without end.

Ruled by the ebb of my oceans

Slaves to the dusk and the dawn

Your petri — dish civilisations

Are buried and born.

I watch as you live

With your heads in the sand

Unable to hear the cry of the land.

I was once a 'Happy Hunting Ground'

Then one day the eyes of science found

A blue — green planet

Spinning round a shining star.

The timeless giver of all life