Nathan Rogers - Land of the living skies

^FIn the burning light of ^Fdawn ^AmIn the stillness of the m^Forning ^FHe held her close he ^Fkissed her^F eyes ^FUnder a blanket of l^Fiving sk^Fies.

^FThey were lovers all through ^Fschool ^AmThey always were to^Fgether ^FAnd on her hand a g^Folden r^Fing ^FWithin which s^Fat fo^Frever.

^FBut a young man's heart is ^Fbrave ^FThe same brave boy she ^Fwed ^AmHas gone away in ^Funiform ^FSleeps in a soldier’^Fs bed.

^FIn the colors of the ^FEast ^AmIn the blazing light of m^Forning ^FShe dreamed of lands in a s^Fweet su^Fnrise ^FHere in a land of li^Fving sk^Fies.

^FSo when the reverend came to c^Fall ^AmShe did not need to an^Fswer ^FShe knew he'd met with h^Fis de^Fmise ^FGone to the land of the li^Fving sk^Fies.

^FShe put on her good cl^Fothes ^FShe stood out on the r^Fise ^AmShe called his name al^Foud ^FAnd these were his rep^Flies.

^FThere is no more anger h^Fere ^AmNor is there cause for m^Fourning ^FIn the untamed wheat and the fe^Fral r^Fise ^FHere in the land of the li^Fving sk^Fies.

^FGrieve not for we who l^Five ^AmIn the amber dawn of mo^Frning ^FIn the untamed wheat and the fe^Fral r^Fise ^FHere in the land of the li^Fving sk^Fies ^FHere in the land of the li^Fving sk^Fies ^FHere in the land of the li^Fving sk^Fies