standing on my land, I feel like a stranger.
I hope you know how I feel now while I'm singing this bluse.

You konw that I'm strong. But I don't have the powe.
I must have lost it somewhere somewhere along the cliffs.

At the breaks of day I fall down like the timbers.
And afraid not any more wake to see the horizon neath the rainbow bridge.

Oh I roared! oh yes! I'd been roaring out loud thunders.
Till now we really need is lightening to lit the road to the mountain-ma-ma.
and the old old heart.