Fiammella Lyrics

From the valleys of the west land
To the suburbs of the south
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a mouth

From the mountains of the Cairngorms
To the flats of the east
People playing out their own plans
Soaking up the peace

I want to live in the land of many questions
Where your faith is nourished by your soul
Not by a book that governs your direction
I want to live where the fiammella grow

From the streets of Manchester
To St Mary's Bay
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a say

From the valleys of the west land
To the suburbs of the south
Everybody got opinion
Everybody got a mouth

I want to live in a life that I can question
Where my faith can freely come and go
Not be a voiceless mind of apprehension
I want to live where the fiammella grow

I want to live in the land of many questions
Where your faith is nourished by your soul
Not by a book that governs your direction
I want to live where the fiammella grow