I hear you calling me
Across the hills, across the sea
And it echoes, echoes in my memory
Calling, calling softly...
This mighty land from which I've come
Endless skies and burning sun
The race of life it will be run
Shore to shore...
This mighty land from which I've come
Endless skies and burning sun
The race of life it will be run
Shore to shore
Across the hills, across the sea
And it echoes, echoes in my memory
Calling, calling softly
Calling, calling softly...