Witness Songtext

von Show of Hands

We've got land, we grow food
We bake bread, and fell wood
Spring lambs in the fields
Sweet water in our hills

And at sunrise each day
We connect, we pray
We've got faith to spare
We bond, we share

So, sit down, stop running
He's near, he's coming

And Jackie taught, Alan drove a tank
Ellie travelled, and I drank
John was a farmer, Ben flew
We broke ranks, but we grew

So, sit down, stop running
He's near, he's coming

We found haven here in the Devon hills
Until the icecaps melt and the valleys fill
We'll sail away and look right down
At the carbon footprints in the sand
The upturned faces, outstretched hands
They never made this promised land

Lookout

No TV, no net
No phones, no regret
No past, no doubt
We say, we shout

It's on the wind, and the trees
It's on land, it's at sea
Join hands its clear
That this time he's near

Sit down, stop running
He's here, he's coming

Sit down, stop running
He's here, he's coming