(Eady)
Mother tell my children that I did all I could
Mother tell my children that their father was good
I'll write you from the valley and I'll write you from the shore
When I set out to sail that sea I will write to you no more
Chorus:
The flags are flying cannons high
We all take our stands
Some are crying battle cries
Some are holding hands
They come to take our freedom, they come to take our land
There are some things worth believing I have come to understand
I've heard them tell the stories of ships of men of steel
Who torture for the beauty, I hope the all are real
(Chorus)
I see on the horizon more than I can say
They hand me down my rifle, I take my number for a name
Now my pen must go down, now I must go on
The son you knew is setting, the battle has begun