Oldfield  Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!  He gave me gold at my birth  And the sky was on fire with all I could desire  And every light on the Earth shone for me  I was queen of my land  Nurtured by the wind forever moving all things  I hear the call of the shelterless ones  And I seek no home for I travel alone  And every man that I meet is my friend  Another child of the wind  And the sky was on fire with all I could desire  And every light on the Earth shone for me  I was queen of my land  Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!  He gave me gold at my birth  And the sky was on fire with all I could desire  And every light on the Earth shone for me  I was queen of my land  Firstborn of the Earth we were cradled by the light of the father!  Nurtured by the wind and all things that move on the water  Golden is my land with grey and blue skies swiftly moving  Ove the fields where the wood smoke is sweetly scented  Windblown at high tide, a lover and friend by my side  Soft sand and sea-shells, the sound of the far distant bells,  Sunlight in my eyes, the clear call of the wild sea-bird's cry  Coming to me like a love song soaring free!  Firstborn of the earth we were cradled by the light of the father!