They were tired and hungry people
With no reason to care
'Cause their land that once was a treasure
Was famined in dark despair

For the present had no future
Their life had been kissed with death
The land that once held the midnight sun
Was touched by their dying breath

Then the tales of far off places
Were heard from town to town
There was hope to find in tomorrow
A new place to sеttle down

Where thеir sons could find a future
Their children could find a home
And all the wealth from the good green land
Would be wealth they could call their own

The lilac of his springtime
His heart started to roam
Seeking places where he could go to
A place he could call his home

How he longed to find a young land
A land he'd been dreaming of
T'was in the spring of his lilac year
He looked for a land to love

And he gathered all his people
The willing and the bold
All their sheep, their pigs and their cattle
Their homes and their lives they sold

In him they found their new hope
The land they were dreaming of
And in the spring of the lilac year
They looked to America

And came the young and eager
The strong, the old and the frail
Some worked the land with a plow share
And some with a wooden nail
And some were bounty hunters
And some came along for the ride
But they all said goodbye to the ones they loved
And sailed with the morning tide