Somewhere across the sea I heard of people building ships and boats
Building hard
Building very hard
In lands I've never seen there are people leaving homes
Growing tired
Growing very tired
A dream of lovers, holding hands, and being so far apart
And they cry
And they're crying
Centuries of running puts us right back at the start
And we try
And we're trying
Our father, he was a plainsman, he made a living from the land
Every day
Every single day
Somewhere across the sea I heard of men who couldn't understand
What we say
What we're saying
