Borders of salt, borders of sandLand of the seas, green land of mineBorders of salt, borders of sandRiddled with dreams, green land of oursDays of misfortune and days of doubtAre gone, gone with the tideAnd days of hope, to settle downWill come, wash out the blueIt’s all, it’s all up to youBorders of salt, borders of sandLand of beliefs, in crosses and stonesBorders of salt, borders of sandOf endless prayer thrown through the skiesFor better days and better hoursWe’ve got to lay aheadThere for our sons, there for the landThere for, for one and every manIt’s all, it’s all up to you