Letra de
David Harrison - This Land

The home of our mothers
Our fathers
Brothers and sisters

Was taken from our hands
On a day
They called Easter

They came
From a distance
For our land

In the name of God
It was death or our submission

Few
Had a fighting chance


They came in numbers
Greater
Than our resistance

Some begged
Some followed
Many fought
And many did run

And tears
Filled the rivers
Of our lands

Still today
Our fathers
Our brothers
Mothers and sisters

Are crying
In their hands
With no hope
Of restitution

While blood
Still flows
On this land

While blood
Still flows
On this land