"Land Of Gold" lyrics

Come, my friend, to the land of gold
Where the sky is high, and the trees are old
Where the river floats in the silver lining
And shines
Step, my son, to the valley a bit
When the sky turns dark, and the breeze get fresh
When the endless wind is blowing in your face

We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave inside
We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave
We hear the voices from the grave inside
We hear the voices
We hear the voices
We hear the voices
We hear the voices from the grave

(We hear the voices)
In the fire we cry, the whispering we hear
Rising from the darkness
Running down your spine
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo
From the bottom of the ground, yeah
(We hear the voices)
In the fire we cry, the whispering we hear
Rising from the darkness
Running down your spine
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo
From the bottom of the ground, yeah

Come, my friend, to the river of love
Where the clouds are mirrors, up above
Take off your fears, take off your fears
And die
Come, my brother, with no tears
To the land of rest with no fears
And hear the wind whistle in your ears, eh, eh

(We hear the voices)
In the fire we cry, the whispering we hear
Rising from the darkness
Running down your spine
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo
From the bottom of the ground, yeah
(We here the voices)
In the fire we cry, the whispering we hear
Rising from the darkness
Running down your spine
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo
From the bottom of the ground, yeah
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Running down your spine
Like a meaningless echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo
Running down your spine