Lyrics
THESE ARE THE PEOPLE I COME FROM (P. Fridhill/J. Hoffmann)
These are my roots, my trees and waterfalls
These are my fields, the lush and beautiful
These are the hills and the stones and my body and my bones
These are my paths, my roads and stepping stones
This is the earth and the soil that breeds my soul
This is the boiling, roaring source of my blood
This is the life I want
This is where my water runs
This is the roaring source of my blood
My language spoken, speaking of home
My songs they’re singing, it’s where I belong
These are the people I come from
Ropes and anchors, knots and ties
Home is where the family lies
There I get my hope, my drive, my songs, my life
The people, their faces and fates and lives
Generations work and sweat and thrive
This is where I will lay down to rest when I die
This is the life I want
This is where my water runs
This is the roaring source of my blood
My language spoken, speaking of home
My songs they’re singing, it’s where I belong
These are the people I come from
