The Voice of Home

Our land rings out,
rings out with song.
Through songs of old,
we sing together.
But who can tell,
where we will be.
In days to come
Is this forever

Chorus:
Let the song carry on.
Let the dream come true some day.
And we well sail where seabirds fly.
Sing and dance with me a lullaby.

And if we leave,
this western shore,
from far away,
we'll hear the singing.
The sounds we hear,
they fill the air.
They are the voice,
of our belonging

Chorus x2:
Let the song carry on.
Let the dream come true some day.
And we well sail where seabirds fly.
Sing and dance with me a lullaby.