"Fire Child" as written by and Bruce Dickinson....
From the golden brow of a morning hill
Shadows rise from the early still
The earth is cracked and the dust is cold
The embers glow and the fire is old

Mountains on the sky, lightning cracks the night
Shivering in the cold 'til the morning light
I know this time around I'm treading on holy ground
I felt the ghosts, I've heard the sound

So I ride on into the sun
With the shadows of the deeds that were done
I can't imagine what it was to be alive
The magic is still in the hills

Watch the fire child grow
Watch the fire child grow

Riding on the wind, burning through your heart
The blood of an Indian nation slowly ripped apart
Promises made, then railroads laid
And the world was run from the barrel of a gun

So I ride on into the sun
With the shadows of the deeds that were done
I can't imagine what it was to be alive
The magic is still in the hills

Watch the fire child grow (7)

So I ride on into the sun
With the shadows of the deeds that were done
I can't imagine what it was to be alive
The magic is still in the hills

So I ride on into the sun
With the shadows of the deeds that were done
I can't imagine what it was to be alive

The magic is still in the hills (5)


Lyrics submitted by FreeFragSGS

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