Rocket to the Moon

Here hangs an open landscapeA wild and huge frontierFrom a harsh

and barren wastelandThrough the grave and to the promised

fieldYou came, you trapped, you chartedYou bed the railroads and

the schemesAnd you tamed this land by enterpriseAnd by the power

of your dreamsFrom the olden coasts of Ireland and the Hebridean

shoresWith the forgotten chosen onesRunning from Europe in

drovesOh there's a town in ManitobaThey say the windows touch the

skyBut across the brine the shipyards closeBut in this garden flowers

dieAnd still the homelands divide usLike your blood red brothers of

the plainsBut where they grieve a candle still burnsI pray from a

flicker to a flameBut you made this Clan greatAnd you made this

nation bloomAnd you roseWith your people through the new

worldLike a rocket to the moon