They'll gather no seed They'll break no bread They'll gather no seed But a hunger instead Bring me my home back Bring me my home back They'll nourish no root They'll feed no soil They'll grow no leaf But a moaning and toil Bring me my home back (bring me my home back) Bring me my home back Bring me my home back (bring me my home back) Bring me my home back Stone me, and I'll break Shoot me, and I'll fall Cut me, and I'll bleed Bells toll for us all Bring me my home back Bring me my home back How bark was my home (how bark was my home) When wind was my bride (bride) When men tore our flight (flight) From skies far and wide (from skies far and wide) Give me my home back, give me my home back Give me my home back, give me my home back Give me my home back, give me my home back Give me my home back, give me my home back Aah, aah Aah, aah