To Innisfree Land Songtext

von Field Division

Amidst the foreign fields,
An endless grey slowly reveals
Tales of former lives are woven tightly,
Across the paths.

They hum softly to the night,
No trace, fade in and out of sight.
From embers, smoke transpires,
To lead the travelers from the fight.

To Inisfree Land,
Cabin on a hill our grandfathers made so long ago.
A certain peace is there, the kind that comes at night,
The kind that comes like smoke.

Amidst the foreign fields,
An endless grey slowly reveals
Tales of former lives are woven tightly across their paths.

To Inisfree Land,
Cabin on a hill our grandfathers made so long ago.
A certain peace is there, the kind that comes at night,
The kind that comes like smoke.

To Inisfree Land,
Cabin on a hill our grandfathers made so long ago.
A certain peace is there, the kind that comes at night,
The kind that comes like smoke.