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...