Desert song

And I thought these were barren lands
With thorns and thistles few;
Cattle herds in highland tracks,
People with looks so new.
But life’s in spirits
Singing along the desert song.
Roads run down dusty vills and sands to the sides;
New world now beheld – an evening, an insight.
Rocks and golds are mended now;
Believing is bearing, the world of the sun.

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