The land the strangers moved
The shouts i felt within
New panoramas seen
I loved it as it was
Forests of pylons built,the scaffolding is raised
And how the men pursued thier work
They act convinced of freedom
Crossed over by the bridge
The brook was running ill
We recognised the place,places we knew as children
We wept upon the sight,and progress tore our hearts
Fences divide the lands,homes boxed like rabbit hutches
Goodbye to the Village
Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one
Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred
No harvest moon shall rise
No valley homestead scene
And now the cities never end, and how the cities stretch forever
And in the morning promise me great times will come again
And the homelands in our hearts will never fade away
Let the legends promise me the earth shall rise again
And homelands in the hearts of men shall never fade away
Goodbye to the village
I'll never never see my home
You'll never never see your home
