The Wide, Wide Land
She’s walking through her home town
Where she used to live
A long, long time ago
She’s walking day by day
And seems to know exactly
Where she wants to go
She looks across the country
As if it’s under her command
There’s nothing to remember
There’s nothing to pretend
Uhh, The wide, wide land
Uhh, The wide, wide land
Her words come in a language
That keeps changing
As the days are going by
But it doesn’t really matter
‘Cause she’s talking
With a twinkle in her eye
She doesn’t seem to worry
That no one else can understand
And when you see her laughing
You get to know her as a friend
Uhh, The wide, wide land
Uhh, The wide, wide land
She’s losing all her memories
Of faces that she used to know so well
But still remembers all the melodies
Of good old songs
Whose names she cannot tell
She’s singing with her eyes closed
And you can almost hear the band
If you could see her smiling
I think you’d know what she meant
When she said
Uhh, The wide, wide land
Uhh, The wide, wide land
The wide, wide land
The wide, wide land
Responses
This one of the most beautiful songs I’ve ever heard. My grandmother, dad and aunt suffered with this disease. So I can identify with the lyrics. However, your voices, and most of all the guitar melody which sounds to my hears almost baroque, really moves my emotions to my heart then my throat and finally to my eyes. I love it. In time, it will be considered one of your masterpieces. To me it already is. LuvYa Dbya. Peace be.
Pretty and sad song. Has to be one of their best if not their best. Love it. Lost a daughter 5 years ago. Cancer. Some how. this reflects to me. the way we all may leave here.
This showed up on my Facebook page this morning. I had listened to one of your previous songs and loved it, so I listened to this one – and it made me cry. I am not ashamed to say that. I watched my father succumb to dementia 10 days before Christmas in 2017. It’s an awful thing to see the man who taught you how to throw and catch a baseball and treat all people equally waste away like that/ And then,, the marching band came in and I lost it. Both I and my brother were in our high school marching band for four years and he played the trumpet. It was like a large part of childhood and then Dad’s passing set to music. It is SO refreshing to see someone put thought into their lyrics and music.
A hauntingly beautiful song, written in tribute to the Twins grandmother. Also accompanied by a beautiful video.