Cross her off your short list My blood is a red winged bird The way will be lit by the bridges we burn, oh And come, tornado, carry my away from the croft
and beast. Red soil for the taking, Ruddy women for your brides. All good men of valourous heart, consider a new start, And sail today for the Heartland
sadness A concatenation of locusts And the farmers are losing their focus On the pitch of the Avenroe grasses I will sing sing sing to the masses Oh Heartland
