The Song of the Emergent Nationalist

Over there across the river
Comin' in over the sea
Flyin' in the salt sky
Washed up on the beach
Over and across the sand dunes
Up among the broken reeds
Up there past the rushes
In among the marshy reeds
Way up in the branches
Higher up than the trees
If you listen hard you can the sounds
Blowin' in on the breeze
Sayin' "Come back, Baby come back
"Come back, Baby come back."

There's a place you can go when you're empty
The older you are and you get
If you concentrate you'll catch up
But sometimes you have to forget
And as the years make hearing hard
There's a secret place that I know
Take my hand across this blasted land
We can listen to them sigh and moan
Whisper, "Come back, baby, come back
"Come back, baby, come back."

Where is your culture? It's been stolen
Where are your ideals? They've been stolen
Where is your nation? It's been stolen
Where is your language? Gone
Where are your traditions? Robbed
Where is your future? It's been stolen
Who are you now? We don't know
We're nothing now, we are gone
But whispered secret voices
Who we have already withdrawn
We are shadows of what we were
We're long, long shadows
And in that shadows is a shape
And in that shape is a name
And where we hide it is dark
But in the dark it is warm
We are born in this dark
And we're safe

When it's time
We'll come again
When it's time
We'll come back in
When it's time
We'll come again
When it's time
We'll come again
Baby, come back
Come back
Baby, come back

Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone