Eastern Sun
East of the mountains, where the wildflowers grow
where the suns warmth hides, and the cold winds blow
Lies a beacon of light, amongst the dust and loam
A bastion of hope, it starts to call you home
Calls you home
So, fly away like a birdsong.
And ride out the winter’s fall.
Then strive on until the hurts gone.
And await the wildflowers call.
South of the river, where the time stands still
There is a little home, tucked in amongst the hills
And a woman waits, for a love she’s never known
a candle she’ll light, and burn it till it’s gone
until it’s gone
So, fly away like a birdsong.
And ride out the winter’s fall.
Then strive on until the hurts gone.
And await the wildflowers call.
Down in the valley, a man walks alone
Nobody by his side, no place to call home
A wanderer by nature, a long-lost soul
He’ll keep on moving till there’s no place to go
Left to go.
So, fly away like a birdsong.
And ride out the winter’s fall.
Then strive on until the hurts gone.
And await the wildflowers call.
So, fly away like a birdsong.
And ride out the winter’s fall.
Then strive on until the hurts gone.
And await the wildflowers call.