The Low Land

I see mountains at the top I see fountains in the rock And a slow train on a slow plane There's a cool band playing rock There's a river down the slope Can you hear it? Can you feel it? I don't wanna leave the Low Land I don't wanna leave the Low Land Here the harvest has been done In the air some tiny flies Bump on my skin. Do you feel them? I know that you are still in town I hear your voice sending postcards I wish you were here. I wish you could see what I see I don't wanna leave the Low Land I don't wanna leave the Low Land