They came with the salvation eyes And a palpable taste for freedom From years of famine and occupation To welfare lines and indignation So give us this day, our daily bread For walking the floor all the this time The morning walk through alleyways From commission flats to railway lines Where to from here? Four weeks on the seas Across the road is the green grass Of the great southern land in their dreams They came with the salvation eyes And a palpable taste for freedom A new generation, a new minority A new integration, but divided economy