It rarely makes the news today, the place where I was born
They called it a wasteland, a wilderness gone wrong
Where the twisted trees have fallen, the branches stripped & bare
In the silence of the night time, innocence is here.
I embraced my father´s warnings, & studied in your schools
to justify your theories & convoluted rules
Travelled to the corners, where everybody knows
My country´s been wearing, the emperor´s clothes
Beautiful Wasteland, is me
Beautiful Wasteland, is me
If only you will see, you will believe.
I will take you there, to the bracken slopes, where the summer´s rolling in.
I will take you there.
We are lying by the ocean, our western breeze is suntil
She has the heart of all seasons, a mother to my soul
When the century is over, & the shipping days are done
Like a child for the 1st time I´ll lie here again.
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