High hangs the fruit ready for harvest
Bent is the bough rising from the tree
High flies the bird that carries a promise
Bent is the branch she carries o'er the sea
Over the waves, over the ocean
Over the river that waters the plains
Writ in the road, a promise, a blessing
A name I was given, a name I became
I'm a long, long way from my home
I'm a long, long way from my home
A mother I lost, a mother to many
A mother I left, buried in the clay
A sister I found, a sister in plenty
A sister of mercy, beckons me to stay
I'm a long, long way from my home
I'm a long, long way from my home
Under the boughs, a harvest of laughter
Strike up a song with the hand and the drum
Long is the road that leads to new beginnings
Long is the road that brings a new song
I'm a long, long way from my home
I'm a long, long way from my home