Back in History - BADLANDS

Well I sat down by this old man who told me heroic stories of mermaids and old

pirates

tales of failure, faith and glory

once rumours were spread across the land of bravery

So protected, far away, like a treasure in the sea

Tales full of glory told by scarred countrymen

They grew up in this old town where it all began

Shake their hands and just listen carefully

Forget time and go back in history

Sunday afternoon the bar is filled with local heroes,

Smoke is drifting through the place,

In the dim lights there are shadows

Well outside a storm is raging and the rain is falling down,

And a stranger’s in for shelter,

Friendly people all around

Tales full of glory told by scarred countrymen

They grew up in this old town where it all began

Shake their hands and just listen carefully

Forget time and go back in history

Tales full of glory told by scarred countrymen

They grew up in this old town where it all began

Shake their hands and just listen carefully

Forget time and go back in history

While other places bow cod profit and modernisation

They hold to old traditions against all contamination

It’s a place of miracles, their way of life is not for sale

Visit this old which captured beauty of a fairytale

Tales full of glory told by scarred countrymen

They grew up in this old town where it all began

Shake their hands and just listen carefully

Forget time and go back in history