The Ploughman (feat. Naomi Sheghram)
When morning's first light
Makes shadows in the waves
Of soil
That falls behind the plough
That cuts, like a long, strong ship's bow
I've wandered the earth
I've sailed the seven seas
For truth
For answers to the tempests in
My mind, that prevail, sail upon the wind
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
As I rest from toil
Look out to the sea
And sigh
Reins held firm in my hand
And I turn, to see, seagulls fly inland
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
When the sky grows red
I turn the horses home
To rest
Everybody needs a place
To hide, stay warm, through stormy winter days
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
Makes shadows in the waves
Of soil
That falls behind the plough
That cuts, like a long, strong ship's bow
I've wandered the earth
I've sailed the seven seas
For truth
For answers to the tempests in
My mind, that prevail, sail upon the wind
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
As I rest from toil
Look out to the sea
And sigh
Reins held firm in my hand
And I turn, to see, seagulls fly inland
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
When the sky grows red
I turn the horses home
To rest
Everybody needs a place
To hide, stay warm, through stormy winter days
They say "You don't know till you try
Leave right and wrong behind"
Endless choices in between
Oh, what does freedom even mean?
All in the name of enlightenment
But a voice inside is discontent
My heart is heavy, its weighing me down
I'm going home
To get my feet back on the ground
Credits
Writer(s): Eberhard Sheghram
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