Land

Four simple lines, for simple sides
A simple square but it’s all mine
A couple trees, a little creek
A place to live, a place to breathe

It’s been there longer than me
Longer than our little family
Daddy gave it to me in his final breath
An inheritance sealed by death

Grandad build his cabin there
In the far corner of that square
And that’s where I am today
Living life the simple way

Chorus
Man can do all kinds of things
With his machines and hands
But no matter how hard he tries
He’ll never create land

Rest your legs and warm your eyes
By the fire that burns inside
When the time comes, my only son
Pass this land on as I have done

Chorus
Man can do all kinds of things
With his machines and hands
But no matter how hard he tries
He’ll never create land

Four simple lines, for simple sides...but it’s all mine
Four simple lines, for simple sides...but it’s all mine