I will take a flag to plant at your feet
Where softness of sky and earthy ground meet
To mark where the noblest soldier died
And where his wistful widow cried.
Children of the chosen land,
Come to rest on speaking sand--
Hearts held here on fragrant shore,
Home is here forevermore.
I will take a flag to my Descan land
Where lonely sea stretches to golden sand
To mark where the noblest soldier freed
A people in chains by his mighty deed.
Child of the chosen land,
Come and rest on speaking sand--
Hold heart here on fragrant shore,
Make home here forevermore.
I will take a flag to keep within me
Through burning of flame and rush of cold sea
To mark where you will always dwell
Though all the land is wrapped in hell.
Come back to the chosen land,
Please come rest on speaking sand—
Give us back our fragrant shore,
Give us home forevermore!
I will take a flag to carry to all
To show to poor beggars and rich who fall
To mark where your life still lives on
And carry your love in eternal dawn.
