I'll be coming back one day,
For to take my stolen child home,
To the place where spirits sing the wind,
And godless white men fear to roam.

We created you,
When this world was just an infant,
Now you come to claim us
Like this land.
Well, don't come to find me
When I'm gone,
To take me in your heavy hand.

I'll be coming back real soon,
To take my stolen child home,
To trace the paintings of her past,
And grow in ancient loam.

When her little feet get tired,
I'll carry her across the sand.,
Just don't follow
Where I'm going,
To break me in your heavy hand.

I'll be back for my stolen child,
I'm coming for to take her home,
Where the grasses whisper lullaby,
And ancestral oceans foam.