The Journey
John C Munro

Strange Gods and foreign masters
No more dreams or "ever afters"
Union now across the sea
Nowhere left for the likes of me

Fields of gold to fields of clover (past the coast of Africa)
Corn to pasture starting over (round the cape and follow the star)
I take my bread from another's hand (hope and fear will leave a scar)
I am a slave in my own land (freedom in a place so far)

Bitter winds have come again (past the coast of Africa)
See the future through the rain (round the cape and follow the star)
Turn my back on ages past (hope and fear will leave a scar)
Turn my face to hope at last (freedom in a place so far)