The Wheel by Ansund – Live
Ansund’s folkish tribute to the children of Albion… live version.
Spring
This land is mine I swear, this country is my home
My kinsmen stand beside me, I know I’m not alone
In meadows flowers open, to greet life giving sun
With joy the children rush outdoors, and through the fields they run
Chorus
My brothers they will never give up their own sacred ground
Our women they will never feel any less than proud
Summer
Whispers from the woodland, sweet scent of summer air
Birds soar over barley fields, and sing without a care
Hazy days, the busker plays, on cobbled village street
Children head down to the fair, not caring who they meet
Chorus
Our children have strength in their souls, their flame keeps burning bright
Heroes’ blood flows through their veins, and teaches what is right
Autumn
Green man takes his time to rest, as workers harvest corn
Shadows lengthen over land, and chillier the dawn
As Mother Nature’s wheel turns, we know she lives and dies
So we can reach and touch the stars, under our Northern skies
Chorus
We revere Nature, we hail every dawn
There’s nothing that can frighten us, when we stand as one
Winter
Countryside all masked in white, the landlord brews his ale
Draw a chair close to the fire, and listen to a tale
A Winter Solstice with no dawn, an England with no light
All memories of past forgot, Just everlasting night
Chorus
This tale of self destruction, comes from foreign tongue
And twisted minded traitors, in England are hung
The Wheel
So listen to the folk-song, and never ever kneel
And keep your soul in touch with Nature’s ever turning Wheel
We can live forever with our arms raised to the sun
With steely eyed determination, we’ve already won
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