Cross the Land

She has a suitcase in her soft white hand, and she's waiting for me to cross the land

Cuckoo calling up on the bough, the river is deep do I ford it now?
I lost my way as I reach the strand, way over the river cross the land

Cross the Land
Cross the Land
Way Over the river across the land

Walked fifteen miles in the hot hot sun, I bet my guitar on a bottle of rum
I've blood on my lip and my knees are weak, my tongue so dry that I cannot speak

Way over the river there's a valley wide, I'm crossing now to the other side
She's already waiting to make her stand, I've found my across the land

Cross the Land
Cross the Land
Way Over the river across the land

Cross the Land
Cross the Land
Way Over the river across the land



Credits
Writer(s): Eugene Mcgrath
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