Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Holy Ground, artist - Patrick Street. Album song Live From Patricks Street, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 14.03.2006
Record label: Green Linnet
Song language: English
The Holy Ground |
| I was born on the holy ground |
| A running child in fields of clover |
| I was living in the grandeur |
| Of my father’s land |
| Mmm… |
| By the side of the swirling sea |
| I spent the days of childish wonder |
| And the rocks I held in my young hands |
| I never felt them slip away |
| Well the sun shone bright upon the waves |
| And the wind blew high as I was leaving |
| And I sailed so far away |
| Looking for adventure |
| Mmm… |
| But I would not stay where the city streets |
| Proclaimed so loudly man’s endeavours |
| Though music is a pretty thing |
| In fine company |
| And the wilderness took my breath away |
| I felt I had to find my way |
| Where no-one ever goes |
| Mmm… |
| It was in the south that my new home lay |
| With a dark eyed boy and wild horses |
| With humming birds and roses there |
| In old Mexico |
| There the winds of change they blew so far |
| Of liberty and revolution |
| And it seemed that each man heard in his breast |
| The drumming of a nation |
| Mmm… |
| Repeat the first verse |