Lyrics Keeper of the Stones - John Williamson
If
you
take
me
from
my
land
You
leave
me
with
no
soul,
I
am
like
a
tree
Everything
I
am
is
rooted
in
the
soil
Or
I
am
just
a
stick
to
burn
I
see
you
my
brother
In
your
desert
shining
With
your
hand
of
gentle
welcome
You're
looking
for
my
sense
of
humour
I
wonder
how
you
do
it
Carryin'
a
heavy
load
And
I
am
proud
to
know
you
The
Keeper
of
the
Stones
Elder
of
your
tribe
The
truth
is
turning
slowly
I
feel
it
in
my
bones
Rising
on
a
beautiful
day
I
see
it
in
your
knuckles
I
see
it
in
your
eyes
You
have
been
as
low
as
you
can
go
It
makes
me
happy
brother
To
see
how
well
you're
travelling
You've
risen
from
the
ashes,
yeah
Soon
you'll
be
a
poppy,
standing
on
your
own
They'll
try
to
bring
you
down
when
you're
tall
But
you
have
the
power
given
in
the
stones
Your
victory
belongs
to
us
all
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