We've got land, we grow food We bake bread, and fell wood Spring lambs in the fields Sweet water in our hills And at sunrise each day We connect, we pray We've got faith to spare We bond, we share So, sit down, stop running He's near, he's coming And Jackie taught, Alan drove a tank Ellie travelled, and I drank John was a farmer, Ben flew We broke ranks, but we grew So, sit down, stop running He's near, he's coming We found haven here in the Devon hills Until the icecaps melt and the valleys fill We'll sail away and look right down At the carbon footprints in the sand The upturned faces, outstretched hands They never made this promised land Lookout No TV, no net No phones, no regret No past, no doubt We say, we shout It's on the wind, and the trees It's on land, it's at sea Join hands its clear That this time he's near Sit down, stop running He's here, he's coming Sit down, stop running He's here, he's coming