We Sold Our Homesteads Falconer
We sold our home[Am]steads and started on our w[Em]ay[Am]
Just l[E7]ike the birds will f[F]ly when [G]autumn is [D]here to [E]stay
[E7]One day they will ret[Am]urn, [Em]come s[F]pring agai[C]n that's [G]when
But [Dm]we will never [Am]see our native [Em]country a[Am]gain
[Am]At first we traveled through the [Em]English country[Am]side
On t[E7]racks and on [F]wagons, as qu[G]ickly as [D]birds would [E]fly
[E7]It was a lovely s[Am]ight [Em]to s[F]ee the l[C]and at [G]last
But [Dm]all the glorious s[Am]ights kept flashing [Em]by too fa[Am]st
T[Dm]he glorious s[Am]ights kept flashing [Em]by too f[Am]ast
And later when we came to Liverpudlian bay
The tears of regret finally started to have their say
The hearts then started burning in each and everyone
We only talked of Sweden that used to be our home
We all were packed together in one unhealthy cave
It was as if we'd stepped into an open grave
The food that we had brought from blessed Swedish land
Was suddenly for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
It was for-bi-hi-dden and taken from our hand
And when we had been sailing for just a week or two
A horrid kind of darkness was clouding our view
We couldn't see each other and hardly breathe or walk
It was a gruesome anguish for all people aboard
The air was filled with hunger and drenched in wretched cries
The howling and the noises would pierce right through the skies
And death became the ru-hoo-ler that forced us to our knees
The dead were buried in the horrid fathom of the seas
They were buried in the fathom of the seas
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