By Abraham and Jacob Houck

Away to the hills dear we ride
We won’t come back to open windows
Away where the rivers cut deep
Where our fathers toiled and bled

Under open skies
Where the bread falls from heaven
And the rocks do cry
For the swollen tongue

You’re running from under your feet
From the basement of your tar and steel
Cause you’re longing for a place set in stone
Where you won’t be moved by the wind

Please dear, you can breath, dear
We won’t be coming back
We’ll never come back

We’ll leave our gold and silver behind
And we’ll all see the scars on our faces
When the morning tears our skin apart
And we all reach for each other

(repeat)

Close your eyes now my dear
You can sleep, you can sleep now at last

©2009 Abraham and Jacob Houck