Borders of salt, borders of sand

Land of the seas, green land of mine

Borders of salt, borders of sand
Riddled with dreams, green land of ours

Days of misfortune and days of doubt
Are gone, gone with the tide
And days of hope, to settle down
Will come, wash out the blue
It's all, it's all up to you

Borders of salt, borders of sand
Land of beliefs, in crosses and stones

Borders of salt, borders of sand
Of endless prayer thrown through the skies

For better days and better hours
We've got to lay ahead
There for our sons, there for the land
There for, for one and every man
It's all, it's all up to you

This song of breton guitarist Dan ar Braz describes the landscapes around  home, the photos below illustrate  the diversity of  land colors, shapes and elements  in the west of brittany : tractor on the  Quimper - Locronan road, Pointe de Dinan on the Presqu'île de Crozon, Oyster fisher men after a day's work in  Logonna-Daoulas, sunny road after storm in Argol  - And you'll find  plenty more in the french section of this website. Get there, land of sea

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