Text for song:
Under the suns watchful gaze
In hedged field or
Long grassed valley
I would run
The evening air
Warm and sweet
The rolling green
The dips and peaks
Surveying the endless heaven
Stick in hand
Joy in heart
Winters morning dew and mist
Till Summers breeze through hair
did kiss
We were Emperors of
Farm and wood
Mighty as the oak
Humble as the leaf
As if carried by stream and brook
Childhood and youth the fields took
My days are now filled with grey and black
An old man longing for memories back
I'm so tired
Satisfied by nothing I see
I yearn for those ancient times