We sail to the mother through the high and low I got me a letter, tells me what to do Three mile down the current we'll see her face she'll sigh, look upon us, take away our names and, oh, we'll finally see what we are worth all that's real, all that is humble, everything pure We fail to recover all within our souls I found me another vision to renew Deep light burns within, but we live in haze Resign and relinquish all that we have gained. and, oh, we'll finally see what we are worth all that's real, all that is humble, everything pure