There’re thunderclouds ’round the hometown bay
As I stand out in the rain
I mourn those poor soldiers
Who fought and died this day
I caught a fleeting glimpse of life
In the banners raised so high
The colours of Albion
Leave you young inside
Chorus
There must be a place
Under the sun
Where Harts of olden glory grow young
There’s a vision coming soon
Through the faith that cleans your wounds
Harts of olden glory
Will be renewed
Down the road where the headstones stand
I feel a healing through this land
A cross for a people
Like wind through your hands
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