82 Fires
Darkened clouds rolling over the valley sparked the resting flame
Earth has come to claim her country, screaming out for rain
Thunder's fixed on the battle drum
Pounding summoning a lightning strike
One by on her heart be
Gathered, waiting for the first to light
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Raised two boys of the land of my
Father's tending crops in the fertile fields
Through depth of frost and fire only took what the land could yield
We heard old tales of 82 fires, smoke turned day to night
And legends told there would come a time
When their return would follow their might
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
The clearing's quiet,
The air's been taken to the furnace over the rise
The last red sun has been shredded by the smoke that stings our eyes
We always knew that on this land we would live and die,
But here we stand among 82 fires, speak our breath as goodbye
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Earth has come to claim her country, screaming out for rain
Thunder's fixed on the battle drum
Pounding summoning a lightning strike
One by on her heart be
Gathered, waiting for the first to light
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Raised two boys of the land of my
Father's tending crops in the fertile fields
Through depth of frost and fire only took what the land could yield
We heard old tales of 82 fires, smoke turned day to night
And legends told there would come a time
When their return would follow their might
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
The clearing's quiet,
The air's been taken to the furnace over the rise
The last red sun has been shredded by the smoke that stings our eyes
We always knew that on this land we would live and die,
But here we stand among 82 fires, speak our breath as goodbye
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn,
Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Charron, Koady Chaisson, Tim Chaisson, Liz Stringer
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