The New Country - Amanda Cook

I’ve lived my life in the old country

Though not finding peace, my roots have grown deep

I’ve lived my life in the old country

It’s joys and it’s pain, don’t want me to leave

The place I have lived is not what it seems

The praises of man have put me to sleep

I want to know how it feels to be free

I’m not good at goodbyes, but I have to leave

Invited unto death, till all that I have left

Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe

In the new country, in the new country

I want to live in this sacred space

Be present each moment each breath that I take,

I want a love with nothing to gain

I’ve heard my beloved, calling my name

Invited unto death, till all that I have left

Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe

Invited unto death, till all that I have left

Is everything I need, and I begin to breathe

In the new country, in the new country

In the new country, in the new country

So I will let go and take another step

Crossing the borderline till I find what’s next