The valley moves from the village
Stretching to the far barren hills
From granite to sky, I can see my home
Just being is hard, but from my hands I pull life from the soil
My wife beside me, our child on her back
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The hot sun and autumn rain mix in twilight
Feeding my soul, but not my body
And in the fading light I can see the shadows grow
Not long now they seem to cry
We dream under big eastern skies
And sail down the rivers
To wash up on distant plentiful shores
And life under big eastern skies is so cruel
Our flesh lies in the dirt
But our hands are raised to the sun
Walk into sun
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Our gathered earth collects the stars tonight
With names on stones and bones below
And soon there'll be nothing left
To recognise that we once lived here
Old and new dust make up the ground
We dream under big eastern skies
And sail down the rivers
To wash up on distant plentiful shores
And life under big eastern skies is so cruel
Our flesh lies in the dirt
But our hands are raised to the sun
Walk into sun
♪
Western lovers
City life dwellers
Wishing for summer
To push back the rain
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These two kids
Are waiting for each to get older (to get older)
Still growing up
Feeling the warmth on their faces
Holding hands, sly glances
Embarrassed pausing for missed chances
We have it all, we lack for nothing
And yet we crave for still more
Here in New York, we are no longer safe within our houses
A shadow grows across the sea
We dream under big western skies
And act as the great live givers
Whilst keeping our wealth behind close door
Your life under big eastern skies is too cruel
Your flesh lies in the dirt
But your hands are raised to the sun
Walk into sun