Far from a river where things grow green
 The flowers weep and they lean away
 From the blood stained soil beneath my feet

 The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
 And the darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
 On propaganda page
 That will rule your life and fuel my rage

 I tried to bend my knees
 But my knees were already bent
 I haven't stood like a man for such a long time now
 I called to my god but he was sleeping on that day
 I guess I'll just have to depend on me

 Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
 Did I surrender forth my right to be?
 Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting ground
 And this same ground still haunts me

 The cool September blows the seeds away
 The harvest blown again this year
 But I'll return a stronger man
 I'll return to me my homeland
 No grave shall hold my body down
 This land is still my home

 I said:
 But I'll return a stronger man
 I'll return to me my homeland
 No grave shall hold my body down
 This land is still my home
 This land is still my home

 Meanwhile, on the other side of the world