I'm clinging on to my homeland My fingers clawing earth, peat and sand My back's still hurting bad But my eyes are still attached To a vivid dream of lousing times And the promise of my leaf piece In the furrows of my bag And in my laughter lines I hear the songs my father sang I have but half the voice he had I keep it harnessed reign it in Until the sun it melts on the horizon That's when I clap eyes on my lass And I find I'm singing like a lark My voice is calloused and my back is choked And out of earthen clods my heart will soar For now my tongue is held And my wheesht is haud But for now my tongue is held And my wheesht is haud