High hangs the fruit ready for harvest Bent is the bough rising from the tree High flies the bird that carries a promise Bent is the branch she carries o’er the sea
Over the waves, over the ocean Over the river that waters the plains Writ in the road, a promise, a blessing A name I was given, a name I became
I’m a long, long way from my home I’m a long, long way from my home
A mother I lost, a mother to many A mother I left, buried in the clay A sister I found, a sister in plenty A sister of mercy, beckons me to stay
I’m a long, long way from my home I’m a long, long way from my home
Under the boughs, a harvest of laughter Strike up a song with the hand and the drum Long is the road that leads to new beginnings Long is the road that brings a new song
I’m a long, long way from my home I’m a long, long way from my home