On the Land Blues lyrics
by Richard Swift
Tried my hand as a brother
Failed as a man and a friend
I know who I was then
I know who I am now
Land it rolls into the water
Fools they go and follow after
Chasing the light like a sun
Burned out before they could shine
Lord, take the weight, I won't need it
Salvation's pain glory be
Follow me down on this road
One more hand to let go
Kindly spoke, cried on your shoulder
Better a ghost than a living man
You see through, I suppose
Visions of us on the land
Far out to where we were then
Gathered and stolen by storm
Waiting here till you return