Walk out over ancient hills
There's something underheel
Reach down let your fingers touch
A blade as hard as steel
I was the man that left it there
I tried to build my home
Watching over a cold frontier
A thousand miles from Rome
And our worlds collide after all these years on a cold frontier

I cleared the woods and I drained the land
For houses set to last
Now all my cities and all my roads
Are contours beneath the grass
And the men that we couldn't tame
We drove them into the West
Their songs and their stories still remain
What became of all I left?
Just the stones and the clay that the plough reveals
On this cold frontier

A silver coin I will leave for you
You can spin it in the air
On any country it chooses to fall
The coin will pay your fare

In the faces under the skin
Of all those who've worked this land
You'll find the traces of all who've been
They lie so close to hand
Let the borders fall after all these years to my cold frontier...

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    General CommentSongnotes from the album:
    On a recent trip to a warm and sunny Italy I wondered about how an ordinary Roman soldier would have felt about being posted to a cold frontier on the Tamar, the Tyne or the Dee. After more than three centuries here it must have seemed as if their world would never fade. Once again with a common currency and an almost border-free Europe we can share the same illusions...
    Moontouchedon May 06, 2006   Link

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