For hundreds of years the bones of my dead
Lay nestled beneath where my ancestors said
A greater day's coming, the sunlight that never arrived
We sang all the songs and plodded along
Like nothing on earth would ever go wrong
But gone is the day I can lay down my unburdened head
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
They thought they could rape the land that I love
I say to them "touch not the cat, bot a glove",
for Spilt blood is thick, and the memories long as the grave
They wear down our hands and they wear down our minds
And tell us we can't leave a vision behind
Well tall hatted man, have I got some news for you
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
Take a dollar, they'll put your poor neck in a sling
Take a million, they'll cheer and they'll make you a king
Don't believe a word of what the Godly man puts in your hand
What lasts are the things that your heart has let in
The love of your life, your family and kin
And everything else goes to wind and is dust on the shore
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until JUSTICE has won.
Link arms until UNION has won.
Link arms until freedom has won.
Lay nestled beneath where my ancestors said
A greater day's coming, the sunlight that never arrived
We sang all the songs and plodded along
Like nothing on earth would ever go wrong
But gone is the day I can lay down my unburdened head
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
They thought they could rape the land that I love
I say to them "touch not the cat, bot a glove",
for Spilt blood is thick, and the memories long as the grave
They wear down our hands and they wear down our minds
And tell us we can't leave a vision behind
Well tall hatted man, have I got some news for you
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until freedom has won.
Take a dollar, they'll put your poor neck in a sling
Take a million, they'll cheer and they'll make you a king
Don't believe a word of what the Godly man puts in your hand
What lasts are the things that your heart has let in
The love of your life, your family and kin
And everything else goes to wind and is dust on the shore
If ever a time was calling your name
To banish the tyrants to the hell whence they came
So lift up your glass, and roll up the mast
Link arms until JUSTICE has won.
Link arms until UNION has won.
Link arms until freedom has won.
Contributed by Dq82 - 2025/10/17 - 18:28
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