Blood Red Skies - Hunter and The Bear

There's a chill in the air,

Whistles on through the old country fare

By the round all you see

On the land that is dearest to me they gave us no time

When they tore out the roots of our own

And you're no longer mine, but I'm with you wherever I go

They boarded the doors, all the windows will look from before

and they gave me no choice

See, I'm holding out but they've taken my voice

They gave us no time,

When they tore out the roots of our own

You're no longer mine, but I'm with you wherever I go

Another beautiful sound of those singing birds left me behind

Of all the places I've found have been nothing but blood red skies