07 Sacred Earth (02:32)

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SACRED EARTH

Down by the clear blue water

Down beneath the big Oak tree

Down beneath the canopy of the Tulip and Shag bark Hickory



Deep in the mossy woods

Deep where the wild ferns grow

Deep by the spring-fed creek

gonna find myself and resurrect my soul

Deep by the spring-fed creek

gonna find myself and resurrect my soul



Holy Temple, made by the hands of the most high

Sacred Earth, nourish my body keep my soul alive.

Nourish my body keep my soul alive.



Lost all my worries

Lost all track of time

Lost in the reverie of the imagination of the Divine



Steeped in the Evergreens

Steeped as silence old as time

Where the wind sighs through the Pines

I’m gonna find my peace of mind.

Where the wind sighs through the Pines

I’m gonna find my peace of mind.



Holy Temple, made by the hands of the most high

Sacred Earth, nourish my body keep my soul alive.

Nourish my body keep my soul alive.