Intro
Verse 1
The Man Upon These Fields,
Who Sets The Pines Aflame,
Awaits The Ash And Yields,
As Spoils For War To Claim.
Long Past He Cut Away,
The Oaks Of Mountain High,
And Left The Woods To Sway,
Beneath A Barren Sky.
Chorus
He Sees His Children Flee,
Their Homes Now Left Behind,
The Storms Drag To The Sea,
The Soil The Rivers Find.
On Cursed Plains He Stands,
He Works, He Toils, He Strays,
In Barren, Broken Lands,
Through Nights And Weary Days.
Bridge
Verse 2
He Comes From Rugged Kin,
The Walkers Of The Trails,
Who Drove Their Wool Within,
To Rich Extremaduran Vales.
The Flocks Through Dust Were Seen,
By Sunlight Turned To Gold,
The Shepherds Lean And Keen,
With Stories Rough And Old.
Chorus
He Sees His Children Flee,
Their Homes Now Left Behind,
The Storms Drag To The Sea,
The Soil The Rivers Find.
On Cursed Plains He Stands,
He Works, He Toils, He Strays,
In Barren, Broken Lands,
Through Nights And Weary Days.
