They sing of my homeland, the mountains and seas,
Of the smoke from the chimneys in the soft summer breeze,
The gales in the autumn, the cold winter's snow.
They sing of Fal Morgan, the home that I know.

But now I'm on a strange world, 'neath strange sun and skies,
And I'm fighting in a strange war and I fear I may die.
For soon will the sun rise and battle begin,
And I fear I will never see Fal Morgan again.