Sons and Daughters

When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We These currents pull us Steady your boats, arms to shoulder Making this cold harbor now home Take up your arm, sons and daughters We will arise from the bunkers By land, by sea, by Dirigible We When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We We When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We We When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We We When we arrive, sons and daughters We We We We Here all the bombs fade away Here all the bombs fade away Here all the bombs fade away ...