We sold our homesteads and started on our way
Just like the birds will fly when autumn is here to stay
One day they will return, come spring again that's when
But we will never see our native country again
At first we traveled through the English countryside
On tracks and on wagons, as quickly as birds would fly
It was a lovely sight to see the land at last
But all the glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
The glorious sights kept flashing by too fast
And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay