Текст песни They Will Gather No Seed - Piers Faccini

They'll gather no seed
They'll break no bread
They'll gather no seed
But a hunger Instead
Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back
They'll nourish no root
They'll feed no soil
They'll grow no leaf
But a moaning and toil
Bring me my home back (bring me my home back)
Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back (bring me my home back)
Bring me my home back
Stone me, and I'll break
Shoot me, and I'll fall
Cut me, and I'll bleed
Bells toll for us all
Bring me my home back
Bring me my home back
How bark was my home (how bark was my home)
When wind was my bride (bride)
When men tore our flight (flight)
From skies far and wide (from skies far and wide)
Give me my home back, give me my home back
Give me my home back, give me my home back
Give me my home back, give me my home back
Give me my home back, give me my home back
Aaa, aaay
Aaa, aaay