I can tell we’re going home
A trampling familiar in tone
I can tell we’re going across the sea
At night time we’ll constantly be Thankful, rejoicing, exhausted but constantly
Voicing an appreciation and high praise
For all those we chanced on But now we move along
Four countries East of where we are right now
We hatched a mighty plan and brought it back somehow
It’s dusty, but prevailing
As I look out from the railing
With a handful of commitment
Optimism born on a shipment
Just as history dictates
And how tradition relates
But now we move along
Just as history dictates
And how tradition relates