Lyrics

Woman, since the dawning, I hear voices in the earth and in the grasses On the roads, among the people, on the breezes, from the children, from these blossoms of your mourning There's a high flying banner that refuses to hear you last goodbye, your last goodbye Your image is a memory of all the days of loving May the roads of mourning recall your rain of giving The way the guns of glory will recall the days of waiting The way your open doorway will recall the pain of leaving There's a high flying banner that refuses to hear you last goodbye, your last goodbye Your anthems will be boats on the water Bearing safely home beloved sons and daughters Your wake will be our vigil in the harbour Your marking stone, our love and labour There's a high flying banner that refuses to hear you last goodbye, your last goodbye Your anthems will be boats on the water Bearing safely home beloved sons and daughters Your wake will be our vigil in the harbour Your marking stone, our love and labour