All across this broken land,
We're worn away by warfare,
Every woman and every man,
Must offer up a prayer.
Beyond the mountain so faraway,
Still torn apart from all that we know,
Hoping that in the light of day,
We will take the chance and go.
We will fly___,
When the morning's here,
High___, and awake for ever,
Fly___, when the way is clear,
When the morning's here
Even at this darkest hour,
We dream of days of free___,dom,
And hope the nights will give us the power,
To take the chance and run.
We will fly___,
When the morning's here,
High___, and awake for ever,
Fly___, when the way is clear,
When the morning's here
Though still we dream of home,
Kind hands are always waiting___,
To light the candle and let it burn,
To guide us to the door,
And sing with us once more.
We will fly___,
When the morning's here,
High___, and awake for ever,
Fly___, when the way is clear,
When the morning's here,
We will fly___,
When the morning's here,
High___, and awake for ever,
Fly___, when the way is clear,
When the morning's here,
When the morning's here,
When the morning's here___,.
