Here Now
Here now the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be
He looks across the terraced land
To the others just beyond
He took a breath to light his pride
And dug his hands into the ground
His place was not with them
They threw their hats up in the air
Their best foot forward now
He'd learn his lessons from within
He'd wait for harvest once again
His place was not with them
Here now the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now, no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be
He was singing, "Here now,
This is my story, not much glory to see.
You work till you bleed. Well your
Heart's always bleeding and praying
For weather to come."
"Here now, this is my story,
Not much glory to see.
I believe in blue skies and the
Shy Irish eyes of the girl who
Is marrying me."
Here now the wind is blowing
Red dust and it settles like me
Here now, no place to be going
But the place I'll be dying to be
The place I'll be dying to be