Provider
Midlake
When the first among the grounds were laid
I wouldn’t fall under the man's curse
Onward forth into a land unknown
Swords were drawn upon their own
Provider, carry on
Far from the golden age
Follow me down a foxhole in the ground
Don’t delay
Come morning, miles along
Gathered round, those remain
With bird in hand a cry for all the land
Joy to gain
Winter came and I was old and alone
Time since gone under the man's curse
Onward forth unto a land unknown
With only hope for the seeds to grow
Provider, carry on
Far from the golden age
Follow me down a foxhole in the ground
Don’t delay
Provider, carry on
Far from the golden age
Follow me down a foxhole in the ground
Don’t delay
Come morning, miles along
Gathered round, those remain
With bird in hand a cry for all the land
Joy to gain