We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars Carved into stone on the face of earth The moon is up and over One TreeHill We see the sun go down in your eyes
You ran like river to the sea Like a river to the sea
And in our world a heart of darkness, a firezone Where poets speak their hearts, then bleed for it Jara sang his song a weapon, in the hands of love You know his blood still cries from the ground
It runs like a river to the sea Like a river to the sea
II don't believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts While bullets rape the night of the merciful I'll see you again when the stars fall from the sky And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill
We run like a river to the sea Like a river to the sea
(Greg Carroll's Funeral, Wanganui, New Zealand, 10th July 1986)