Arrows - Einar Stray

The hands are reaching for the bright black morning light

Our leader down on his knees right before our eyes

And suddenly

We’re coming home

We’re growing strong

We’re coming home again

All though this little wonder

And all of you

Destroyed with nothing but a stone or two

Lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue

Before the men take off your crown, be true

The arrows float over us

So hear the children play

The same old song

The same old plan

And hear the old folks pray

Because then you’ll understand that

The sun will shine

The rain will fall

The sun will shine again

All through this little wonder

And all of you

Destroyed with nothing but a stone or two

Lay down your sword this boy turned gold from blue

Before the men take off your crown, be true

The arrows float over us