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.
Returning to the wilds and the magic that resides there.
Returning to the wilds and the magic that resides there.
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.
