I belong to the land beneath my feet
And the wind that blows so sweet.
I belong to the rain that falls,
And the wild, my name it calls.
So what land do I call home?
Whatever land I do roam.
I belong to the land beneath my feet
And the wind that blows so sweet.
I belong to the rain that falls,
And the wild, my name it calls.
So what land do I call home?
Whatever land I do roam.
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