Mothers and Fathers, our guiding lights
Lift up your heads, your wisdom, your might
And know that your labors have not been in vain, don’t refrain
Speak to the barren land, call down the rain
The fields and the forests, the rocky terrain
And teach us to pray with the fire in our bones
Oh God, restore the home

The hearts of the Fathers, the hearts of the Sons
The hearts become one as we lay down our guns
As we lay down our differences, love conquer all
Oh God, restore the home

Sons and you Daughters, come sit for a while
Take heed to wisdom with faith like a child
And teach us to dream with the fire in our bones, marching on
Come man the battlements, come sink your roots
Dwell in the land and eat of its fruits
And teach us to dance with the fire in our bones
Oh God, restore the home

And a Son is a Son is forever a Son
And a Father’s a Father, the weak or the strong
For Family’s the greatest of unities known
Oh God, restore the home