It was the morning
When the soldiers came in
They tied our hands & feet
Dragged my mother out to the street
I never saw her again
You would think
There should be holy hell to pay
But all I dream about
Is going back to my homeplace

Let them live with their shame
Far away
While we keep our ancient peace
Over waves of sand & sea
You would think
There should be holy hell to pay
But all I dream about
Is going back to my homeplace