Lay aside your wearying load Gathered in dark acreages, far from native land Close your eyes and suspire Hear the well-known voices of your brotherhood
By the sight of the hilltops By the mighty maple trees In the shadow of the mountain chains We stand, our blades glare in the sky
Not a twig has lost its charm Nor reveal its magic since I disappeared Standing here among these rocks, smell the versant meadows Truly, I'm home
On my way I counted every day went by Coming nearer to the hills of my birth Moving faster as my heart calls to return Leading me to where I started beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
