Provider 歌词

When the first among the grounds were laid I wouldn’t fall under the man's curse Onward forth into a land unknown Swords were drawn upon their own Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a foxhole in the ground Don’t delay Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remain With bird in hand a cry for all the land Joy to gain Winter came and I was old and alone Time since gone under the man's curse Onward forth unto a land unknown With only hope for the seeds to grow Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a foxhole in the ground Don’t delay Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a foxhole in the ground Don’t delay Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remain With bird in hand a cry for all the land Joy to gain