18th Day - Don McGlashan

Steam ship’s coming

Through the big grey seas

On the landing, people standing

You can see a man leaning on the rail

Could that be him?

It looks like him

Like an electric charge along a wire

Like a spark flying up from a fire

The rumours going round

On the 18th day

Our land will be watered

On the 18th Day

Four our sons and ours daughters

They tore down the village

They burnt our crops

But when the prophets return

New seeds will be sown

Those who oppress us

Will be made to look small

We will stand together

Under the white feather

Like an electric charge along a wire

Like a spark flying up from a fire

The rumours going round

On the 18th day

Our land will be watered

On the 18th Day

Four our sons and ours daughters