Patrick Evans

Lyrics

Black Saturday – Richard Evans (lyrics) & Patrick Evans (music)

We know this land / or we say we do
Flood and drought / and fire too
We think we know / but who can tell
Till the flames top the ridge / and wind blows straight from Hell

We know this land / but that’s a lie
Darkness at noon / the fifth horseman rides
This beautiful forest / flames like the sun
Ashes to ash / thy will be done
Ashes to ash / thy will be done

Dawn / the black forest scarcely breathes
No sound of birds / no sound of leaves
We mourn the dead / give thanks for life
It’s a long hard walk / through the bitter land of grief,

But scattered on / these blackened slopes
Seeds of a new forest / seeds of hope
We will build again / as the green shoots come
Ashes rise from ash / thy will be done.
Ashes from ash / thy will be done

Scattered on these slopes, the green shoots come
Ashes rise from ash / thy will be done
Thy will be done
Thy will be done