I am going away, In the hour of my days, A warm away place still holds you I will see you again, In the soft summer rain Where the hills turn again, To the ocean Take my heart take my hand, On this ground where we stand We're the last of the land, In our glory We are old, We are young We are one we are strong And we'll walk ever on, To our glory And we'l sing, And we'll sing Of the ties that bind forever We will sing Had we but understood, Had we but loved as we should But the braids of the girl, From the burning So lay me down in your fields On the pastures of green Where the clear running streams are flowing And we'll sing, And we'll sing, Of the ties that bind forever We will sing