Texty: Graham Russell. The Future. Restless.

In the heart of me, in the heart of me, in the heart of my soul. In th e heart of me in my sanctuary with the flame that burns cold

I kneel by the water and pray to the sky, for all sons and daughters am I

Um buy e are tay
Um buy e are tay
Um buy e are tay oh
Um buy e are tay
Um buy e are tay
Um buy e are tay oh

And my warriors sleep, in a dream do they ride far and away to the gates of tomorrow, victory burning inside

And the restless wind blows, and the restless wind knows And the restless heart grows, restless

In the heart of me, in the heart of me, in the heart of my soul. There's a rising son at my daughter's feet that no voice can control

And the warriors wake bathed in a wisdom the cloak of the conscience never to bend or to break

And the restless wind blows, and the restless wind knows where the restless heart goes and the restless heart grows, restless

Um buy e are tay, um buy e are tay, um buy e are tay oh