Oldfield
Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!
He gave me gold at my birth
And the sky was on fire with all I could desire
And every light on the Earth shone for me
I was queen of my land
Nurtured by the wind forever moving all things
I hear the call of the shelterless ones
And I seek no home for I travel alone
And every man that I meet is my friend
Another child of the wind
And the sky was on fire with all I could desire
And every light on the Earth shone for me
I was queen of my land
Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!
He gave me gold at my birth
And the sky was on fire with all I could desire
And every light on the Earth shone for me
I was queen of my land
Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!
Nurtured by the wind and all things that move on the water
Golden is my land with grey and blue skies swiftly moving
Ove the fields where the wood smoke is sweetly scented
Windblown at high tide, a lover and friend by my side
Soft sand and sea-shells, the sound of the far distant bells,
Sunlight in my eyes, the clear call of the wild sea-bird's cry
Coming to me like a love song soaring free!
Firstborn of the earth we were cradled by the light of the father!
