Under the Boughs

High hangs the fruit ready for harvest
 Bent is the bough rising from the tree
 High flies the bird that carries a promise
 Bent is the branch she carries o'er the sea
 Over the waves, over the ocean
 Over the river that waters the plains
 Writ in the road, a promise, a blessing
 A name I was given, a name I became
 I'm a long, long way from my home
 I'm a long, long way from my home
 A mother I lost, a mother to many
 A mother I left, buried in the clay
 A sister I found, a sister in plenty
 A sister of mercy, beckons me to stay
 I'm a long, long way from my home
 I'm a long, long way from my home
 Under the boughs, a harvest of laughter
 Strike up a song with the hand and the drum
 Long is the road that leads to new beginnings
 Long is the road that brings a new song
 I'm a long, long way from my home
 I'm a long, long way from my home