Held in strangers arms That warm country of yours Its shielded from the hurt When it drizzles rains and pours You let them catch a breath And lay down for a while They stay among your leaves After fleeing many miles It's made so crystal clear The grit of urbanites Can be used for good Insurmountable kindness This early morning's gorgeous We're surrounded by the sky After many years of sadness They're the apple of your eye The sun falls oh too fast And drags the evening in It calls for us to follow As the distance is a sin