Fire Child

Bruce Dickinson

From the golden brow of a morning hill

Shadows rise from the early still

The earth is cracked and the dust is cold

The embers glow and the fire is old

Mountains on the sky, lightning cracks the night

Shivering in the cold 'til the morning light

I know this time around I'm treading on holy ground

I felt the ghosts, I've heard the sound

So I ride on into the sun

With the shadows of the deeds that were done

I can't imagine what it was to be alive

The magic is still in the hills

Watch the fire child grow

Watch the fire child grow

Riding on the wind, burning through your heart

The blood of an Indian nation slowly ripped apart

Promises made, then railroads laid

And the world was run from the barrel of a gun

So I ride on into the sun

With the shadows of the deeds that were done

I can't imagine what it was to be alive

The magic is still in the hills

Watch the fire child grow (7)

So I ride on into the sun

With the shadows of the deeds that were done

I can't imagine what it was to be alive

The magic is still in the hills

So I ride on into the sun

With the shadows of the deeds that were done

I can't imagine what it was to be alive

The magic is still in the hills (5)