Lay Of The Land lyrics

So hold my hand, we’ll take this land, we’ll fly from bay to bay, 'cos hawthorne mends a broken heart, it’s the giver of hope they say-o it’s the giver of hope they say Singing shallelai, said the buds and the lyre, won’t you sing your song today Plant your feet in the now, this is holy ground, and this is the lay of the land–o–this is the lay of the land The rhythm of the heart it is the only path In the beat there is always chance Cleansing in fire and spring comes fast We will sing we will love we will dance-o-we will sing we will love we will dance So dance into the sacred place In the grief, the blood and the thorns Wait without hope and wait without joy Then ascend, release, transform-o-ascend release transform So the hawthorn mends a broken heart When we join our self inside With he who does and she who feels This is the turning of the wedding tide-o-this is the turning of the wedding tide