We all rose when the pouring broke I opened my eyes when the stranger spoke Slowly stroke through windswept course Tempted by the vice on the shore Oh now the time has come I’m not sure what we have done Misty moor, mountain path We sing the songs they'll never come back Golden dream, winter leaves We'll never forget a single thing All aboard and gather round Fogs disappear, make no sound The Lord tells us no one must stay Father threw his friend in the bay Big wrong doing’s done Pray the apostle’s speech around Stolen dream as the land goes down We [ ] sit and sing as we gather round