The Land - Tim Staffell

The human race has run so far

We mine the oceans and touch the stars

It don’t matter where we are

We will always need this land

Under white Sahara skies

Where the wheeling vulture flies

Futile farmer lives or dies

Depending on the land, he’s living off the land

Travellers on the open road

Well, they raise their kids and they rack their load

Driven on ‘cause they’ve No Fixed Abode

Their home is on the land

Hide your heads you mighty powers

Livin' in your mirrored towers

Pilin' profits by the hour while poisoning the land

How can they love the land?

Reflecting blue in ocean eyes

Sailors struggle to disguise

The ties that tug them, swirling from the sea

Drawn by distant Neptune’s plans

The thought of terra firma fans

Flames that blaze and burn upon the quay

Down in the valley and across the plain

Under the mountain’s dark domain

Locked in one eternal chain

The spirit of the land

The seeds are sown and then they grow

The cornucopia overflows

We feel the seasons come and go

Created in the land, the soul is in the land

Unbelieving to the end

The silver-suited comprehend

Descending circles blowin' ‘cross the sky

Slowly dawning in the void

The holy home that’s near destroyed

Fragile like a lover’s last goodbye

Out in the darkest depths of space

Beauty calls the human race

But nightmares come to take their place

Descending on the land

And when at last it’s far too late

The last seed won’t germinate

Then all things must terminate

We’ll no longer have the land

No longer have the land