Žodžiai dainai: Villagers. In A New Found Land, You Are Free.

How heavy you are my new born child
So viciously free
So careless and wild
But the eyes of a saint and the soul of a thief

In a new found land
The windows reveal the spinning sea
Which ripples and rolls and runs underneath
As I smuggle a sense of shear disbelief

In a new found land
Born in the birth of the mild month of May
And her gentle repulse that could never betray
But for now I am burnt by a lifetime to brief

This new found land
Comes a new found grief
But in a new found land she is free
You are free

You are free