Mothers and Fathers, our guiding lights. Lift up your heads, your wisdom, your might. Know that your labour has not been in vain. Dont refrain.
Speak to the barren land, call down the rain. The fields and the forests, the rocky terrain. Won't you teach us to pray with the fire in our bones. Oh God, restore the home.


The hearts of the Fathers, the hearts of the Sons. The hearts become one as we lay down our guns. As we lay down our differences, love conquor all. Oh God, restore the home.

Sons and you Daughters, come sit for a while. Take heed to wisdom with faith like a child. Won't you teach us to dream with the fire in our bones. Marching on.

Come man the battlements, come sink your roots. Dwell in the land and eat of it's fruit. Won't you teach us to dance with the fire in our bones, Oh God, restore the home.

A Son is a Son is forever a Son, and a Father's a Father, the weak or the strong. For the family's the greatest of unities known. Oh God, restore the home.