Treasure of the Broken Land
Mark Heard Lyrics


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I see you, now and then, in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
I know you better than I knew you then, all I can say is, “I love you,”
I thought our days were commonplace; thought they’d number in the millions,
Now there’s only the aftertaste of circumstance that can’t pass this way again.

Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.

I saw the city at its tortured worst, and you were outside the walls there,
You were relieved of a lifelong thirst, I was dry at the fountain,
Knew that you could see my shame, but you were eyeless and sparing,
I awoke when you called my name, I felt the curtain tearing.

Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.

I could melt the clock hands down, but only in my memory,
Nobody gets a second chance to be the friend they meant to be,
I see you now and then in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
I believe I will hear it again,
God, how I love you.

Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones,
Treasure of the broken land,
Parched earth, give up your captive ones,




Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones,
Yeah, blow soon upon the hollow bones.

Overall Meaning

The song "Treasure of the Broken Land" by Mark Heard is a tribute to lost loved ones. Heard sings about seeing someone only in his dreams and realizing that he loves them. He laments the fact that he thought they would have millions of days together, but now he can only taste the aftertaste of circumstance that has passed. Heard contemplates the possibility of a second chance to be the friend he meant to be, but ultimately knows it can only happen in memory. As the song comes to an end, Heard implores the waiting wind of Gabriel to blow soon upon the hollow bones.


Line by Line Meaning

I see you, now and then, in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
Although I don't see you much anymore, I often dream of you and your voice sounds just as wonderful as I remember it.


I know you better than I knew you then, all I can say is, “I love you,”
Even though I didn't fully understand you when we were together, I still love you deeply and always will.


I thought our days were commonplace; thought they’d number in the millions,
When we were together, I took our time for granted and assumed we had an endless supply of mundane days ahead of us.


Now there’s only the aftertaste of circumstance that can’t pass this way again.
Now that our time together is over, all that's left is a lingering feeling of the situations we were in that will never happen again.


Treasure of the broken land,
Referring to the people who are left behind after tragedy or tough times as precious, unpolished gems.


Parched earth, give up your captive ones,
Asking for the people who are stuck, unable to move on from a difficult event, to be released from their prison-like state.


Waiting wind of Gabriel, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
Waiting for a fresh breeze to come, whether metaphorically or spiritually, and give life to those who feel empty and lost.


I saw the city at its tortured worst, and you were outside the walls there,
Describing witnessing a place suffering and broken, while his loved one was outside of the turmoil and feeling relieved.


You were relieved of a lifelong thirst, I was dry at the fountain,
While the other person was finally getting what they desired their whole life, he realized that he himself was left unsatisfied.


Knew that you could see my shame, but you were eyeless and sparing,
Feeling like his faults were obvious to the other person, yet they were graceful and understanding regardless.


I awoke when you called my name, I felt the curtain tearing.
Feeling a sudden jolt and moment of clarity when the other person called out to him.


I could melt the clock hands down, but only in my memory,
Wishing he could somehow reverse time, but ultimately knowing that it's impossible except in his own thoughts.


Nobody gets a second chance to be the friend they meant to be,
Regretting not being the best friend to the other person and realizing it's too late to change it.


I see you now and then in dreams; your voice sounds just like it used to,
Reiterating how he thinks of the other person often and reminiscing on the sound of their voice.


I believe I will hear it again,
Hoping and having faith that he will be reunited with the other person someday.


God, how I love you.
Expressing his love for the other person and recognizing its strength.


Yeah, blow soon upon the hollow bones.
Echoing the earlier sentiment to be revitalized and rejuvenated from a state of depletion.




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