John Jones / Alan Prosser / Ian Telfer
Universal Music Publishing Ltd 1995
First released on: The Shouting End of Life, 1995
I've walked this hill a hundred times to hear the river talking a murmuring a secret sound never found and times I've leaned into the wind to smell this earth I'm walking with the song of the wind my heart is wound all around it's holy ground you can bring your JCBs you can bring your drills and your 'drivers you've got the might but you've got no right we'll be there
we'll be there we'll be there we've wandered under winter stars to trace them in their courses summer nights at standing stones we stood alone we took the water in our hand we rode the chalk-white horses we dreamed one day they'd understand we share this land this holy ground you can bring your JCBs you can bring your drills and your 'drivers you've got the might but you've got no right we'll be there
we'll be there we'll be there leave this, leave this land alone