Land of The Cedar

Duration

3:12

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

The mountains made of tree, The sun pouring light The grass wearing green, This is the land of the cedar tree Holding firm the grip so tight, Holding dear the sky is night Holding fear with no sight, Holding on with a fight This is a land where a seed grows in sand, where a people are band, where a beauty is sprung, from the depths of dry air, sweating a perfume, inevitably consumed, as sweet as is doomed, the land of the cedar tree