The Lie of the Land

Take time to step outside
A path that leads somewhere
Far from the city streets
On the hillside plains, a wood
Where I can find a way

The light of the land carries me onward
No place for the man under the shroud
I am far out of bounds
The goal in his heart, I am lost

These golden boughs (these golden boughs), oh, I shall build
And the melodies holding me (the melodies holding me) fast to this place
All the leaves, the sun receding
That corner of heaven, light cuts its way through the trees

It's all I was searching for
This heartwood is here for me
Though heart is so heavy
The way back home is clear
Sure as man holds light
A burden now made light