Just woodlands without end and mires in throngs
but the people here are filled with wonderous power
and strange the tales in their songs...
What land is this? At times the day is eaten
At times it lasts so long, it swallows the night
The two pass us by regardless of season
When outsiders rest, the local has to fight
What land is this? Is here a Man's stature
fit only for when a slave he became?
All this hurt, who would gather
so that love would come and bring an end to pain
What land is this, where mercy is defenseless
(what land is this) where freedom's buried deep underground
Where's the justice, where's the justness
where is justice for the jaded when they're bound?
What land is this? Could I it conceive?
What land is this? Could I be without its caress?
What land is this? How could it leave
all its children motherless...
What land is this? No mountains vastly tower
Just woodlands without end and mires in throngs
but the people here are filled with wonderous power
and strange the tales in their songs...
What land is this? Compassion here's corroded
Corroded is the heartless breast with shame.
I could run away from here overloaded
Still I'm held back by something just the same
What land is this, that takes such hold of me
and how it does it I've not known for long
It doesn't cover me, it doesn't feed me
yet somehow still it carries me along