Hiding from the faces that we know
Riding to the places we have grown
And I walk in the sun but my feet are damp
And I speak with the folk like my fathers son
And my feet they are worn but they`re comfortable
Let our fathers sing this
Hiding
Riding
Hiding oh don`t you want to go away?
I`m feeling that I`m far away today
Away
I`m feeling that I`m far away today
Singing
There will come a time to sing
Stirring
After days of being still
