Calling Me, My Fatherland

Long gone are the golden days Long gone are the golden days Men tall like

their fathers' fathers Skies wide as far as the eye can see

West gone, enough to drown the sea Brave and bold, they're braver and

bolder Men of old, the men of old They stand alone,

they stand alone Calling, calling, calling me, my fatherland

Calling, calling, calling me, my fatherland Low

chants are calling me to sea Cold hands are trying to pull me

From my bones, my family My home and song as long as the seas