Testo di Hiding

Hiding from the faces that we know Riding to the places we have grown And I walk in the sun but my feet are damp And I speak with the folk like my fathers son And my feet they are worn but they're comfortable Let our fathers sing this Hiding Riding Hiding oh don't you want to go away? I'm feeling that I'm far away today Away I'm feeling that I'm far away today Singing There will come a time to sing Stirring After days of being still