The Boatbuilders Songtext

von Dougie MacLean

I was there on the cold assynt hills
I heard the hunger cry the tyrants laughing
I heard the young men say goodbye
To the place where their young dreams were grown

There's a land somewhere where we can build our freedom
There's a land somewhere where our children will grow strong
And if our lives should be spared we'll need no other reason to sail on to sail on

On i stood on the shores at saint anne
And watched them building boats to trade the oceans
And saw the preacher raise his hands
Saying children it's time to move on

I watched from the white waipu sands
Saw them drop their sails and throw their anchors
I saw the old men shake each other's hands
Saying brothers now i think we are home