Forlorn Land

A battle cry for the suffering and injustice of war, and the voicelessness of the individual. Recorded with a ten part harmony.

Calm down, calm down
Peace be upon your land
Hold on, hold on
Eyes to the hour hand

Too many names of battles slain
Have gone from fields of wood
Too many leave on foot and feet
To die of deed no good

So hold your gun young laddie dear
you've no right here to be
But you must fight for the death of night
will soon upon you be

Calm down, calm down
Peace be upon your land
Hold on, hold on
Eyes to the hour hand

When war is gone and the land forlorn
will tired and desperate be
and in your hand remains the ashes
that can set you free

Just hold your gun young laddie dear
you've no right here to be
But you must fight for the death of night
will soon upon you be

Calm down, calm down
Peace be upon your land
Hold on, hold on
Eyes to the hour hand

Calm down, calm down
Peace be upon your land
Hold on, hold on
Eyes to the hour hand

Eyes to the hour hand

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