\Have you heard of the living sounds/

Have you heard of the living sound
From the great grass plains of the Southlands

They whisper of the travellers
The caravans and messengers
Of their robes and haste
They whispers to travelers
Of oasis among the forgotten grass

Some lie
Some tell the truth
Some are curious
Some trade stories with you

They fight and talk and laugh
And sing themselves into tomorrow
Yet when one of them grows silent
All others are heard in sorrow

Now you’ve heard of the living sound
From the great grass plains of the Southlands