I
If he wasn't...
You're gonna betray you
You're gonna forget you
Or you're gonna let them take you
Over the grave
Race on the land
You're so young
You're gonna race on the land
And for you
You walk alone
Like a primitive man
In the picket boat
This is a wonder
This is a wonder
See the hundred eyes
It's a wonder
I hear the sound
John Hammond
And John, along with his brothers
We're about to settle up
And get the cattle out
To get on the beach to get out of the way
There are hundred eyes, great southern land
Great southern land
They bring you back
Back against the ground
Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
Scramming like a road away lost at sea
City on a rainy day down in the harbor
Watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
Looking everywhere I had to find you
This is not the way that I remember we're here
Anyone can tell you it's a pleasant island
Even if the summer doesn't come
We'll use our heads of our land
Let me see you soon
You will walk home
In the first half time
You'll bring me back
Back against the ground
Standing at the limit of
In the first half time
I hear the sound
Of the speakers listen
See the hundred eyes
There are hundred eyes
Great southern land
Great southern land
You will walk home
Like a dirty man
You will walk along
With the ghost of time
And they burn you black
Yeah, they burn you black
Great southern land
Great southern land
Great southern land
It's summer land.
It's summer land.
It's summer land.
