You are a bark floating free in the harbour.
You are a phantom ship in high sea.
Rolling an pitching your way through white water.
While slowly dawns the day.

Great sea is rising whispering freedom.
Blown by the north wind its song is sure.
Great sea is rising whispering freedom.
Blown in the wind of Keltia.

You are a forest of faces of children.
Born on the earth and weaned on the sea.
Faces of granit and faces of angels.
Hopes carved from wood and steel.

Great sea is rising whispering freedom.
Blown by the north wind its song is sure.
Great sea is rising whispering freedom.
Breethe in the wind of Keltia.

IMPRIMER LES PAROLES