Crimson Sky
Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient tongues
I will lay down my fear to find out right here why made of deep down inside
And my heart sings once more on far distant shore and the song tells me I have arrived
Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient tongues
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient tongues
I will lay down my fear to find out right here why made of deep down inside
And my heart sings once more on far distant shore and the song tells me I have arrived
Crimson sky meets the land
Great spirit hands pull down the dying sun
Secrets blow through the trees on the breeze
I hear the ancient tongues
Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Coulson, Joe Heslip, Larry Wayne Clark, Marty Beecroft
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