Our roughend skin and brittle bones wont slow us down When their ships come sailing in. We'll dissapear and reapear Rebuild our homes Handfulls of dust, and broken stone
And I see And I see there's no way were gonna fold And I see And I see blazing colors of our homeland
The sun goes down The sun goes down over the fields of gold. We roam
Our tattered books and broken verse Will hold us strong Against their wild and Wicked words bitten hand and Puntchered lung Will soothe and still They can't annihilate the brave
And I see And I see there's no way were gonna fold And I see And I see blazing colors of our homeland
The sun goes down The sun goes down over the fields of gold. We roam
