Brother, can you see
Where the wind has set us down?
Hold fast to what you have,
Gather what you brought to town.
Brother, did you know
We would ever come this far?
Look back down that road, friend,
Heed the rhythm of your heart.
Let your love take you back to
The land our fathers had;
Let your soul take hold of hope
Wielded by their weathered hands.
Brother, won’t you go
Before the storm returns?
Take that step and walk
Away—don’t look back when it hurts.
Brother can you see
Where the winds have set us down?
Gather what you have, and
Run, brother, run.