fire child

from the golden brow of a morning hill

the shadows rise in the early still

the earth is cracked and the dust is cold

the embers glow and the fire is old

mountains in the sky

lightning cracks the night

shivering in the cold till the morning light

i know this time around

i'm travelling on holy ground

i've robbed the ghosts

i've heard the sound

so i ride on into the sun

with the shadows of the deeds that were done

i can't imagine what it was to be alive

the magic is still in the hills

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

riding on the wind

burning through your heart

the parliament indian mission slowly rips apart

promises made

then willows laid

and the world was thrown from the barrel of a gun

so i ride on into the sun

with the shadows of the deeds that were done

i can't imagine what it was to be alive

the magic is still in the hills

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

watch the fire child grow

so i ride on into the sun

with the shadows of the deeds that were done

i can't imagine what it was to be alive

the magic is still in the hills

the magic is still in the hills

the magic is still in the hills

the magic is still in the hills

the magic is still in the hills