It seams that this world may be crumbling,
and the trees are all bowing down,
with iron boots upon their backbones,
pressing them into the ground,
But faith and hope with bring them round.

Speak your words with virtue
to enlighten the minds of our foes.
Seeing is believing so show them,
leave the smoke and fire to throws,
but courage and strength will bring them round.

I’ve spoke to and old man crying,
his sullen eyes fading away.
“You best be wise the world is drowning
in a boiling sea,
We all must pray.
We all must pray.
We all must pray.

A boy stands tall
and he’s smiling,
for an honest heart
will know no shame.

“Give me love!” he cries
to the sun baked earth,
“lets end this hurt,
lets mend this divide.

We shall endure
against the coming tide.
This passion we’ve found,
we will not hide.

I’ll bring them round.
I’ll bring them round.
from the golden peaks
to the ocean sound.
From stricken cities
to forgotten towns

I’ll bring them round,
oh yes, I’ll bring them round.

I respect these sights I’ve seen,
To go untouched is just obscene.
Confidence and vision to brave the storm.
From the dusty soil we’ll be reborn.

I’ll bring them round.
I’ll bring them round
from the golden peaks
to the ocean sound.