When I Leave This Land – Damian Wilson – letras

By the shooting rangeAt the door of the plainA poet lies in the groundHis family is there and for years they have staredAt the wooden box surroundPerhaps he stood thereAnd with phrases had caredTo have captured the views he foundIf you’re crossing the lineAn angel you’ll findDeep in the wooded landDon’t want to grow much older nowI want to feel the sun, sun shine downDon’t want to see my bones rustMy skin turn to dustAnd change from what I am nowFollow the path where the trees lead the roadAnd the tombs are made of stoneThree bearded men worship withina church arrayed in goldWe can see with our eyesAnd question our livesAnd still not know were we goIf you’re sure where you areWell that’s good so farBut we only know what we knowDon’t want to grow much older nowI want to feel the sun, sun shine downDon’t want to see my bones rustMy skin turn to dustAnd change from what I am nowThe child in the wombWas conceived in the woodUpon this very groundMy hopes are made clearA life without fearAnd respect for his fellow manI’ll try to be strongWhen I lead him alongThe path that has been plannedBut I’m still not sureOf where I’ll be goneWhen I leave this landDon’t want to grow much older nowI want to feel the sun, sun shine downDon’t want to see my bones rustMy skin turn to dustAnd change from what I am now