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on the morning clouds roll
where the moorland's on fire
where the turn on the road meets the sky
and your heart its burning desire

where the cold night is gone
on the Kingsburgh fields
where the hopes of a thousand young lovers
and mothers held on to their dreams

on the waste of the days
where that innocence walked
the language of love and the times
forever carved into the rock

and we all come back
oh we'll all come back
oh we'll all come back
to where the heartbeat first began

now we stand on its shores
in the winds of our times
with the uncertain pride of a stranger
returned to its curious skies

where the sacrifice fell
on the altar of change
the young birds have fallen like heroes in battle
before they could rise

and we all come back
oh we'll all come back
oh we'll all come back
to where the heartbeat first began

and as it stands out here before us
we feel the ghosts of another time
where all the roads we have travelled
lead us back
and as we search the here in the morning
or at the closing of the day
the message of the journey
leads me back

we can walk through the our days
through the light of our lives
the shadows are cast down before us
where hunters move on through the night

in the end it is truth
no deception no lies
no template for reason, no gurus
just spirit moved into the light

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Heart of America (Across the Great Divide)