The Holy Ground Songtext
von The High Dials

Put down roots in what you found
Cling like a tree to the holy ground
Seeking dark rivers far underground
Drink from the rivers that are all around
Take my rod, I bring a flame to my tongue
By shadowy pools where the moon is young
Out of the wasteland you make your home
Under the mountain an ocean foam

Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move
To plant a flag under shifting skies
Shine a light as the moments die
Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move


I had a fire in my head
I hooked a berry to a thread
I caught myself a silver trout
I came home and the lights went out

You seek the scent like a pack of hounds
You strain your ears for the secret sounds
Weaving your thoughts into little crowns
What will you wear when the sun goes down?

Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move
To plant a flag under shifting skies
Shine a light as the moments die
Tell me how to make this true
Point out the way that I must move


Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this
Come on, come on, come on, come on, live on this