The paths our fathers walked
Can be walked no more
No longer can we watch the tide
From sentry posts of yore

We want land to be sacred
Holy above the roar
But wounded we stand helpless
And mourn our house of straw

Taking one step forward
Wash the land away
Pushing one step forward
Here we cannot stay
Groping one step forward
Our tender slender stay
Taking one step forward
Wash the land away

The homes our fathers built
Tumble down the slope
Grieving we blink back the tears
And stumble towards hope

Stronger than we think we know
Equipped by nature’s hand
We forge our paths right here right now
On temporary land