With Handfuls of Dust and Broken Stone

Our roughend skin and brittle bones
wont slow us down
When their ships come sailing in.
We'll dissapear and reapear
Rebuild our homes
Handfulls of dust, and broken stone

And I see
And I see there's no way were gonna fold
And I see
And I see blazing colors of our homeland

The sun goes down
The sun goes down over the fields of gold.
We roam

Our tattered books and broken verse
Will hold us strong
Against their wild and Wicked words
bitten hand and Puntchered lung
Will soothe and still
They can't annihilate the brave

And I see
And I see there's no way were gonna fold
And I see
And I see blazing colors of our homeland

The sun goes down
The sun goes down over the fields of gold.
We roam