Woorden: Tribe After Tribe. Love Under Will. Hold On.

I run across the land and sea
my love she comforts me
i go where i want to be
hold on to me

hold on hold on
hold on hold on
yes my lover hold on

go i on a staggered way
poor i with the poor man's pay
know i to survive that day
no gold and no slave

hold on ...
yes my lover hold on
yes my lover to me

hold on ...
yes my lover hold on
for whatever you need
for whatever you want