THE LAND OF MY BIRTH

The land of my birth
The land of my mothers
Oh dearest land of my fathers
Where is your sunrise sermon?

Your wine has wounded us
Your bread has broken us
Your sun has scorched us
Your stars have severed us.

We are but a weeping star
In a dark and bleeding night
Our dim hope is skyrocketed
For enduring divine embraces.

The land of my birth
The land of my mothers
Oh dearest land of my fathers
Where is your moonlight song?