Get over your hill, remember your own land - With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

‎"But I won't rot, I won't rot

Not this mind and not this heart,

I won't rot.

And I took you by the hand

And we stood tall,

And remembered our own land,

What we lived for.

And there will come a time, 

you'll see, with no more tears.

And love will not break your heart, 

but dismiss your fears.

Get over your hill and see 

what you find there,

With grace in your heart 

and flowers in your hair."