They came with the salvation eyes
And a palpable taste for freedom
From years of famine and occupation
To welfare lines and indignation
So give us this day, our daily bread
For walking the floor all the this time
The morning walk through alleyways
From commission flats to railway lines
Where to from here?
Four weeks on the seas
Across the road is the green grass
Of the great southern land in their dreams
They came with the salvation eyes
And a palpable taste for freedom
A new generation, a new minority
A new integration, but divided economy
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