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Song of the Lowlands
On storm-torn shores, on rain-soaked soil
That generations tamed with arduous toil,
Where soft shades of grey merge with sea and sky,
Where ceaselessly breakers drone our lullaby,
There’s our ancient land, wide open space
That holds our souls in curbed embrace.
Low,
unassuming land, you’ll always be our home.
You’re
always on our minds no matter where on earth we roam.
Where heather scent wafts and woodland wind sings,
Where seabirds glide on sunlit white wings,
Where dune breezes whine and the sea surf roars,
Where clouds sally forth towards far-away shores,
That’s where they all set out on conquests for new space
That holds their souls in new embrace.
Low,
unassuming land, you’ll always be our home.
You’re
always on our minds no matter where on earth we roam.
On windswept
fields red poppies grow
And tell of horrid wars not long ago.
Incessantly waves try to wash the sand
Where brother’s blood was spilled by brother’s hand.
Forgiving land, wide open space,
You stayed with us through shame and grace.
Low,
unassuming land, you’ll always be our home.
You’re
always on our minds no matter where on earth we roam.
Wild geese fly across the bounds of the mind,
The unseen fences keeping kin from kind.
White gulls glide beyond the deep ocean’s shore
And follow sailing ships from long before.
Our boundless land, wide open space,
You’ll always be our dearest place.
Low,
unassuming land, you’ll always be our home.
You’re
always on our minds no matter where on earth we roam.
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