Far & Wide

Please can you not make flee the dove? These people who believed we hate them all, Roamed, far and wide... Crying, shouting, loud They escaped sounds of fire and bombs... We’re your slaves We were your slaves Now, we don’t care... We don’t stay there We won’t stay there We laugh into the face of death Please can you not make flee the dove? Along the sea, we shall be lucky Along the sands, far away from unquiet lands Let’s dance Let’s sing Let’s love It sounds like love...