Hilary Brown
They Came Down From The Hills Then
Through The Hills Then
I Saw Them In The Mountain Passes Pass Before My Eyes
Down Into The Flat Land
The Destroyed Land, Land Of The Destroyed
And Everywhere There Were People Standing Cheering
The Cheerless Standing In The Shadow Of The Mill
The Machine Grinding
Grinding Out Their Daily Bread
Which Crust For You?
Stale Stale News
And All Around Over Hills And Mountains
Through Stiff Grasses And Shattered Window Panes
The Sound Rose And Became Symphonic
Became Sublime
Sublime
The Sound Of The Riders Was Airborn
The Riders Didn’t Touch The Ground
The Ground Rose Up In Solemn Contemplation Of Liberation
Liberation