When there's nothing left but the fire in my chest and the air that fills my lungs. I'll hold my tears and trade my years for a glimpse at kingdom-come. On the other side of misery, there's a world we long to see. The strife we share will take us there to relief and sovereignty. Oh by God we'll have our home again, by God we'll have our home. By blood or sweat we'll get there yet, by God we'll have our home. In our own towns we're foreigners now, our names are spat and cursed. The headlines smack of another attack, not the last and not the worst. Oh my fathers they look down on me I wonder what they feel. To see their noble sons driven down beneath a cowards heel. Oh by God we'll have our home again, by God we'll have our home. By blood or sweat we'll get there yet, by God we'll have our home. The road is dark the way is lost, my eyes they strain to see. I struggle forth to find a friend, to light the way for me. Oh brothers can you hear my voice or am I all alone? If there's no fire to guide my way then *I will start my own*. Oh by God we'll have our home again, by God we'll have our home. By blood or sweat we'll get there yet, by God we'll have our home. Oh by God we'll have our home again, by God we'll have our home. By blood or sweat we'll get there yet, by God we'll have our home.