Now we’ve found a place at last
To rest our weary heads; and still
The storm rages above the lonely cliffs.
Have not, you and I, suffered enough
In the adversities of life
To be laden with such a burden?
Darkly patched shades veil this island,
The yarrow ducks beneath the gale
That whistles between these jagged rocks.
The forlorn children of the goddess
Hide fearfully beneath the land
Like you and me look for a home, here.
Here on this almost barren patch of earth
We construct a santuary for the time being
That can shelter us until our strength be restored
And we once again dare to take up the fight
That went on for so many years
And which will last, for victory or loss.
