Roots Between Worlds
Five thousand years ago,
the smoke began to rise
In mountain valleys high beneath the ancient skies
A sacred herb for healing,
a ritual for the mind
A quiet path of peace that we were meant to find
It travels through the ages,
changing with the wind
From ancient temple fire to where the streets begin (mmmmm)
Across the rolling seas,
the medicine was sold
Then locked behind a law,
a story bought and cold
From whispers in the dark to debates under the light
We try to find the truth in the shadows of the night
It travels through the ages,
changing with the wind
From ancient temple fire to where the streets begin (mmmmm)
And now the papers sign,
the green is bought and sold
But have we lost the spirit that we carried from of old?
Just a simple leaf
on the wind... (mmmmm)