The Crossing

Let us sing of days gone by
Blood and tears to sanctify
Freedom was a lullaby
When we made the crossing
We who stood a St. James gate
Hat in hand there with our fate
The wind was cold the risk was great
For we who made the crossing
As we turned from Hunger’s door
Troubles there to bear no more
Promise waiting on the show
For we who made the crossing
Some would rise and some would fall
Battle cry we heard the call
Liberty was after all
Why we made the crossing
Sing we of our kin and kind
All those we have left behind
Ever in our hearts and minds
We who made the crossing
So raise a glass and speak the names
All of those who braved the flames
Heaven hell it’s all the same
For we who made the crossing