Greylands

Here's a message from the Greylands
Springtime's coming to the Greylands
From the moors to the hills
Fresh green leaves and daffodils
Tonight we bleed the stone
And watch the nomads roam
While you stand alone

There are pious among us
They sit in judgement upon us
Let he without sin buy the next whiskey
Buy the next gin
No more the nomads roam
Safe inside each humble home
While you stand there

And the phoenix will rise
With a flame so bright it could burn our eyes
Toward the blue above
Made from ashes cast of love
While you stand there

While you stand there
That's the message from the Greylands