The Boatbuilders

I was there on the cold Assynt hills
I heard the hunger cry the tyrants laughing
I heard the young men say goodbye
To the place where their young dreams were grown

There's a land somewhere
Where we can build our freedom
There's a land somewhere
Where our children will grow strong
And if our lives should be spared
We'll need no other reason to sail on, to sail on

On I stood on the shores at Saint Anne
And watched them building boats to trade the oceans
And saw the preacher raise his hands
Saying children it's time to move on

There's a land somewhere
Where we can build our freedom
There's a land somewhere
Where our children will grow strong
And if our lives should be spared
We'll need no other reason to sail on, to sail on

I watched from the white Waipu sands
Saw them drop their sails and throw their anchors
I saw the old men shake each other's hands
Saying brothers now I think we are home

There's a land somewhere
Where we can build our freedom
There's a land somewhere
Where our children will grow strong
And if our lives should be spared
We'll need no other reason to sail on, to sail on