Somewhere across the sea I heard of people building ships and boats Building hard Building very hard In lands I've never seen there are people leaving homes Growing tired Growing very tired A dream of lovers, holding hands, and being so far apart And they cry And they're crying Centuries of running puts us right back at the start And we try And we're trying Our father, he was a plainsman, he made a living from the land Every day Every single day Somewhere across the sea I heard of men who couldn't understand What we say What we're saying