The Lammas Lands (Remastered)

I imagine those pilgrims to the New England at their first harvest festival - the Lammas. You can still see it as they would have done – the wild, pagan and beautiful new land. Wish you were here RICK "That was the first card. I'm following his trail - a little cold now. "Those sky-blue eyes that look right at you". They saw all this... But it's just another old world now. ...The Lammas. Why does it make me think of "The Crows in the Cornfield" - Van Gogh's suicide note?... "Taxi for Mr. Jaeger!" Time to go." Turning away from the land of my blood A cold refugee on a staggering ocean We stood upon the shore in the talons of winter To raise a cup of wine For those we left behind Born to die in regions of sorrow Crimson and gold in the Valley of Oak The traces of dawn are rising from the river The sun scatters stars on the shimmering leaves Above the singing cornfield Burns in glory, burns with hope The harvest of our dreams The harvest of our dreams I still dream of the pain of the life in the streets The grey, empty eyes of the weary and broken All of them were lost in the wake of my vessel The lesson of my soul To learn to live again I am born once more in reach of tomorrow The touch of this world is like sun on my skin And the light of this world is cornflower blue The world that was promised in the book of creation Fades the faint horizon to promises of joy This land is for our children This land that fell to me We did not come to conquer We came here to be free And the new king is crowned and Elysium found And his throne in the meadow is glowing with flowers We are reaping our fortune, the blessing of life And raising up our harvest Of bread and honey wine We hold it to the sky Into the perfect sky Into the perfect heavens Into the perfect sky