There amongst the wilderness.
Where creatures
big and small roam free.
There amongst the overgrown,
thats where they'd find
you and me.
The wind that shakes the barley,
whistling in our freezing ears.
You'll find us in the long grass,
hiding from the same old fears.

Well its known
we're not alone.
there's many more besides.
All hiding in the long grass,
fighting with the same oul pride.
With the wind
that shakes the barley.
Forever whistling in their ears.
They'll join us there,
the country air,
amongst the winds
that kiss the breeze.