There's a sadness deep inside her
And it fills her now and then,
As she pictures all the faces
That she'll never see again.
And as the tears begin to fall,
She takes her child's hand.
And they rock to sleep on the ocean waves
That take them to the promised land.

There's a woman on a journey,
Not really knowing what she'll find.
But still she knows the time has come
To leave the past behind.
It's eighteen eighty-one, it's nineteen ten,
It's nineteen forty-five.
And she rocks her child on the ocean waves,
Thanking God to be alive.

TO DISCOGRAPHY