Hiding from the faces that we know

Riding to the places we have grown

And I walk in the sun but my feet are damp

And I speak with the folk like my fathers son

And my feet they are worn but they're comfortable

Let our fathers sing this

Hiding, riding

Hiding, oh, don't you want to go away?

I'm feeling that I'm far away today

Away, I'm feeling that I'm far away today

Singing, there will come a time to sing

Stirring after days of being still

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Kassner Associated Publishers Ltd
Writer(s): DOMINIC JOSEPH GREENSMITH, GARY PAUL STRINGER, JOHN DAVID BESSANT, KENWYN JOHN HOUSE