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Walking in my father's land,
Even though I never knew the man;
All of who and what he was,
Has a lot to do with who I am.
There's more to it than meets the eye,
It's like a classic piece of art;
There's a primal urge to scream and cry,
There's a beating rhythm in the heart.
And I go walking in my father's land,
And I'm talking to a gentle wind;
Now I'm talking to myself again,
Walking alone, all alone....
No memories, just fabled stories,
It's just like the hourglass's sand;
Dreams that fizzled into glory,
Walking in my father's land.
Those who came first were drawn into the past,
By Time who has a mighty hand;
I've learned that dreams of men can't last,
While walking in my father's land.
And I go walking in my father's land,
And I'm talking to a gentle wind;
Now I'm talking to myself again,
Walking alone, all alone....
There are two signs written out for man,
One is on stone above his grave;
The other's written in his heart,
That only He, Christ, can save.
And I go walking in my father's land,
And I'm talking to a gentle wind;
Now I'm talking to myself again,
Walking alone, all alone....
Recorded by Gary Noland (Surely You Know, trk#13, 2006, self-produced).
