DRY SEASON LAND – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
I left green hills in England when first these feet could stand,
A young boy started walking, and he rested as a man,
In this dry season land, this dry season land.
Sun beat down forever in this heathen land.
I chased a thirsty summer, a tale of twist and bend,
I thought I would be quenched if I could hold it in my hand.
So I told the golden mountains of my dreams and hopes and plans,
But they made my young skin shrivel and my dreams all turn to sand.
Somewhere there’s an ocean, a lifetime and beyond,
But this country’s like a hunger, I’ve never seen it end.
But the bed is dry and stoney now, where youthful waters ran,
And the ways of the city I’m too old to understand.
I left green hills in England when first these feet could stand,
I always see it raining there when memories come to mind.