From the valleys of the west land
To the suburbs of the south
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a mouth
From the mountains of the Cairngorms
To the flats of the east
People playing out their own plans
Soaking up the peace
I want to live in the land of many questions
Where your faith is nourished by your soul
Not by a book that governs your direction
I want to live where the fiammella grow
From the streets of Manchester
To St Mary's Bay
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a say
From the valleys of the west land
To the suburbs of the south
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a mouth
I want to live in a life that I can question
Where my faith can freely come and go
Not be a voiceless mind of apprehension
I want to live where the fiammella grow
I want to live in the land of many questions
Where your faith is nourished by your soul
Not by a book that governs your direction
I want to live where the fiammella grow