"THEY WILL GATHER NO SEED"
PIERS FACCINI
They'll gather no seedThey'll break no breadThey'll gather no seedBut a hunger instead
Bring me my home backBring me my home back
They'll nourish no rootThey'll feed no soilThey'll grow no leafBut a moaning and toil
Bring me my home back (bring me my home back)Bring me my home backBring me my home back (bring me my home back)Bring me my home back
Stone me, and I'll breakShoot me, and I'll fallCut me, and I'll bleedBells toll for us all
Bring me my home backBring me my home back
How bark was my home (how bark was my home)When wind was my bride (bride)When men tore our flight (flight)From skies far and wide (from skies far and wide)
Give me my home back, give me my home backGive me my home back, give me my home backGive me my home back, give me my home backGive me my home back, give me my home back
Aah, aahAah, aah
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