82 Fires

Darkened clouds rolling over the valley sparked the resting flame Earth has come to claim her country, screaming out for rain Thunder's fixed on the battle drum Pounding summoning a lightning strike One by on her heart be Gathered, waiting for the first to light Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn, Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn Raised two boys of the land of my Father's tending crops in the fertile fields Through depth of frost and fire only took what the land could yield We heard old tales of 82 fires, smoke turned day to night And legends told there would come a time When their return would follow their might Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn, Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh The clearing's quiet, The air's been taken to the furnace over the rise The last red sun has been shredded by the smoke that stings our eyes We always knew that on this land we would live and die, But here we stand among 82 fires, speak our breath as goodbye Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn, Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn Oh-oh-oh-oh, I don't know when the wind'll turn, Oh-oh-oh-oh 82 fires still burn Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh