They'll gather no seed
They'll break no bread
They'll gather no seed
But a hunger Instead

Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back

They'll nourish no root
They'll feed no soil
They'll grow no leaf
But a moaning and toil

Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back

Stone me and I'll break
Shoot me and I'll fall
Cut me and I'll bleed
Bells toll for us all

Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back

How bark was my home
When wind was my bride
When men tore our flight
From skies far and wide

Give me my home back
Give me my home back
Give me my home back
Give me my home back