I was here before your father; And I'll be here when you are gone, See you give way to another; And I'll be here when he moves on. Drops of water in my ocean, Tides of life to ebb and flow; I was here before your father; And I'll be here the day you go.
I can not be won by losses, Nor can I be bought by blood, Borne away on seas of crosses, Men who lie where once they stood. I am not your prize for dying; I am not your gift by birth. Time moves on, in time denying All your lives upon my earth.
Tides of life, your tides of battle, Briefly touch my soil with red; I am not the victor's chattel, Nor am I owned by the dead. I am Earth; I am eternal, You are but one moment's pause, Just a line lost in my journal; You are mine; I am not yours.