18th Day

Steam ship’s coming
Through the big grey seas
On the landing, people standing
You can see a man leaning on the rail
Could that be him? It looks like him
Like an electric charge along a wire
Like a spark flying up from a fire
The rumours going round
On the 18th day
Our land will be watered
On the 18th Day
Four our sons and ours daughters
They tore down the village
They burnt our crops
But when the prophets return
New seeds will be sown
Those who oppress us
Will be made to look small
We will stand together
Under the white feather
Like an electric charge along a wire
Like a spark flying up from a fire
The rumours going round
On the 18th day
Our land will be watered
On the 18th Day
Four our sons and ours daughters