Country Of Plenty Fiddler's Green

A country of plenty, a country of bloom
Together we rise with a glance in our eyes
We search for a place you won't find in this life
We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise!

Been travelling for years on the streets of this world
We stopped at strange places, we've seen lots of faces
We paced back and forth like some bustlers at night
With eyes shining bright, we're drunk with delight

Some whispering voices will serve as a guide
They tell us a story of fortune and glory
We listen to odd-looking figures and boozers
With eyes open wide, it's an urge from inside

A country of plenty, a country of bloom
Together we rise with a glance in our eyes
We search for a place you won't find in this life
We won't give up seeking, we live in a fool's paradise!

The call of the wild takes us over tonight
It's a call of affection, a fatal attraction
We follow the footsteps to Fiddler's Green height
We won't turn around, in passion we're bound

We stray from the track, cut a corner or two
A shortcut of pranksters consorted with gangsters
'Cause all that we need is a highway to heaven
A step into light with no end in sight