a will of its own
This land sings with a will of its own
This land sings with a will of its own
Hear every tree every rock every stone
Every hill and river, every ancestor’s bone
This land breathes with a will of its own
This land breathes with a will of its own
From the Spring of the Maiden to the Winter of the Crone
Where the seed is planted and the grain is grown
This land cries with a will of its own
This land cries with a will of its own
We feel your anger and we hear you groan
In the storm, in the twister, in the hurricane’s moan
This land rules with a will of its own
This land rules with a will of its own
All four corners where the four winds have blown
From the deepest desert to the arctic zone
This land lives with a will of its own
This land lives with a will of its own
We feel your heartbeat and you’re not alone
We have caused you to suffer and we must atone
This land sings with a will of its own
This land sings with a will of its own
Hear every tree every rock every stone
Every hill and river, every ancestor’s bone