When the first men on the ground were laid I wouldn't fall under the mad skirts Onward forth into a land of gold Swords were drawn upon the road Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don't delay Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remained With ... and a cry for the land Joy to gain Winter came and I was old and alone Time set's gone under the mad skirts Onward further to a land unknown With only hope of the sea's ago Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don't delay Provider, carry on Far from the golden age Follow me down a fox hole in the ground Don't delay Come morning, miles along Gathered round, those remained With ... and a cry for the land Joy to gain