I am one of seven brothers.
Five of us must leave and start again.
In this land of Saints and Martyrs,
Tears of sadness hide within the rain.
So fare thee well, Remember me
Sail from the Harbour of Tears
I can hear my father calling
Godspeed, my son, wherever you may go'
He looked so small down on the quayside.
A man I guess I'll never really know.
Chorus