To Toil Or Be Free Lyrics - Moor Hound

Down below the seasons, hills and snow 

The place that I call home 

Up above the sunshine, sand and mosquito bugs 

The places I dream of 

Here today, pulled a hundred different ways 

Monetary need rules our days 

But what a sad thing it would be 

To submit our lives to toiling 

Instead of following a dream 

This land, it beckons to be seen 

And I am free to answer its plea 

The only hand keeping my stationary 

It is my own 

The world, it beckons to be seen 

And we are free to answer its plea 

The only hand keeping us stationary 

It is our own