Lyrics
When we came first we were numbers small
Weary strangers a hundred torn
Wrecked and ragged we arrived
By God's own glory carried alive
No houses stood on hard rock ground
No resting place to bed us down
And some were sent to track and trace
Where we might make this harbor safe
Days fly, drifting sides
Sweep through a torn up land
Moon sighs every night
To the sins of the fallen man
Fast asleep one night they lay
Assaulted at by break of day
These natives with a clamor loud
Whose arrows fell out like a gathering cloud
None were hurt, just clothes shot through
So they would fly from the place they knew
With an English musket they made them run
So none would descend and none would come
Days fly, drifting sides
Sweep through a torn up land
Moon sighs every night
To the sins of the fallen man
First dark winter toil and sweat
A fever broke out and tempers swept
So in this space of three months' life
Over half that colony suffered and died
Now trusting comrades first was back
Dark compassion on them had
Strength and health were fully restored
Which filled their hearts with courage once more
Days fly, drifting sides
Sweep through a torn up land
Moon sighs every night
To the sins of the fallen man
Each pilgrim soul lives not in need
By each word that God proceeds
Years along came the tide of man
To stake their claim on this common land