گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
In this land where light shines low
Truest friends and noble folk
With hands outstretched to guide me
Praise thee love, to carry on through
Ask me why we still have to explain?
Why these eyes are dim with tears?
Sweet child, I live for thee
Catch the sun with broken hands
Shall my burden ever pass?
Only strenght and hope would save us
Gracious heart shall be thy call
Save the ground we all once fought
Look upon the path we rode
Brave soul, with strenght ride on
