When the first men on the ground were laid

I wouldn't fall under the mad skirts

Onward forth into a land of gold

Swords were drawn upon the road

Provider carry on

Far from the golden age
Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
Don't delay
Come morning miles along

Gathered round those remained

With and a cry for the land
Joy to gain

Winter came and I was old and alone

Time set's gone under the mad skirts

Onward further to a land unknown

With only hope of the sea's ago

Provider carry on

Far from the golden age

Follow me down a fox hole in the ground

Don't delay
Provider carry on
Far from the golden age
Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
Don't delay

Come morning miles along

Gathered round those remained

With and a cry for the land
Joy to gain