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.