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​On The Shores Of My Country

This song is by Matt Black.

On the shores of my country there are heaps of gold
Left by those who wandered from their worlds of old
Here they brought all their treasures then forsook on the shore
What the sight of its pleasures made them want no more.
On the shores of my country lie footprints in the sand
From the countless who've wandered from their various lands
Some through earth, some through rivers, some through funeral pyres
Some through prisons and bullets, some through chariots of fire
But on the shores of my country every pain is erased
Every wound is forgotten, every friend is embraced
On the shores of my country there's a welcoming sight
From an ocean of darkness to a land filled with light

So be my strength, my song, my own
Let your love be at my side
This old world is not my home
Remind me where my allegiance lies


In the hills of my country there's a language that's sung
By the stones in the forest, and the rays of the sun.
There's no word there for suffering, no translation for grief
But a thousand for goodness, loving-kindness and peace
In the hills of my country there's a vineyard that grows
Where the laughter's as ceaseless as the winepresses' flow
In the hills of my country there's good work to be made
Where the fruit therein growing does not witness decay

So be my strength, my song, my own
Let your love be at my side
This old world is not my home
Remind me where my allegiance lies


Broken hopes and broken dreams
The world is filled with broken things
I'm hoping for the day I see my country
Princes, paupers, kings, and slaves
A silver spoon, an honest wage
And reasons why the nations rage
Against the march of better days
Let your blessed kingdom come
And let your work and will be done
Down here on earth as it is above.

In the heart of my country there's a cornerstone
Upon which every trespass, every grievance is thrown
In the heart of my country there's a lion, a lamb
Who embraces the wounded, with his own wounded hands
In the heart of my country we are filled and complete
Where the rivers of mercy, grace and love come to meet.

On the shores of my country there are heaps of gold
Left by those who wandered from their worlds of old
Here they brought all their treasures then forsook on the shore
What the sight of its pleasures made them want no more.