This Is The Land

The windows were black But i saw through You don't know me And i don't know you Through the viewfinder There's no one beside her I see there's no worry See there's no hurry This is the land that i travelled through Bridges arriving The stage coach is driving Over the hills Till you see the windmill The sea in the harbour Has left for the time now And the ledge won't pretend When it's holing your hull This is the land that i travelled through