You don't ever sing along
Hands become the soil and stone
You don't want to be alone
Joran
You grow what you can
You nurture and tend
A shaky stem grows from your heart
Your heart
Grow what you can
Under the sun
The open skies
Where freedom lies
Seasons made you man
Made you try in vain
A golden harvest is upon
Joran
She will wake again
Bring you joy and pain
Sleep shall not divide us long
Joran