Words by M.G. Smith/ Music by Mappletoft Poulle
I saw my land in the morning
And oh, but she was fair,
The hills flamed upwards scorning
Death and failure here.
I saw through the mists of morning
A wave like a sea set free,
Faith to the dawn returning,
Dark tide bright unity.
I saw my friends in the morning,
They called from an equal gate:
Build now while time is burning
Forward before it’s late.
Sound Clip: I Saw My Land in the Morning