Oliva - God's Own Sky (9:00 PM) (2026)

God's Own Sky The soil is hard and cold, The winter grips the hill. A story left untold, The frozen air is still. We touch through mud and rain, To heal the ache inside, To break the heavy chain, Where lonely hearts abide. We wash away the mud, Out where the sea runs wide The salt is in our blood, We turn with every tide. We find a healing space, Where wild and free we run, Within this bitter place, It's God’s own country - won. Beneath God’s own sky... The shadows start to fade, The howling wind has passed. A quiet promise made, To hold the truth at last. No words are needed now, The silence speaks our name. We break the ancient vow, And step into the flame. We wash away the mud, Out where the sea runs wide The salt is in our blood, We turn with every tide. We find a healing space, Where wild and free we run, Within this bitter place, It's God’s own country - won. Beneath God’s own sky... The shore is close at hand, The water meets the earth. Upon this rugged land, We find a second birth. Two spirits, bound as one, Beneath the open sky. The longest night is done, The ocean is our cry. We wash away the mud, Out where the sea runs wide The salt is in our blood, We turn with every tide. We find a healing space, Where wild and free we run, Within this bitter place, It's God’s own country - won. Beneath God’s own sky... Beyond the fear we hide, Beyond the killing doubt, Where even suns burn out, Beneath God’s own sky. No longer left alone. Just skin, and breath, and bone. No fear... No doubt... Beneath God's own sky... G.O.S. © Oliva, 2026 #deephouse #godsowncountry #godsownsky #music