I walk the deep lanes of Ingerland
A sometimes green unpleasant land
In winter weak sun and summer rain
Is this where it all began?
And is this what you wanted?
Is this what you deserve?
Can reforming voices now be heard?
They go like this
It goes like this
I walk these sweet fields and rolling hills
A maze through someone else's lands
Who owns these gates who owns the barriers?
How did it all end up in their hands?
And is this what you wanted?
Is this what you deserve?
Can reforming voices now be heard?
They go like this, It goes like this
It goes like this, It goes like this
It goes like this yeah, It goes like this
It goes like this, It goes like this yeah
So take a walk across our land
From snowy hills to beach and sand
From North to South from East to West
Who owns the paths who owns the rest?
So take a walk across our land
From snowy hills to beach and sand
From North to South from East to West
Who owns the paths who owns the rest?
I wanna be there
I wanna be there
I wanna be there
I wanna be there
So take a walk across our land
From snowy hills to beach and sand
From North to South from East to West
Who owns the paths who owns the rest?