The lights are shining over Delaware,
Above the waves burning out,
And we are not alone there,
Together with our fates about.
They are about pilgrims
At fire sitting many years ago,
And singing psalms about dreams,
About their dreams to go.
They often prayed and recalled
Not easy lots on their boat,
Recalled the homes their old,
Which were not on own accord left.
Not getting tired and afraid,
Not falling in depression down,
On the bank of river end
They built a beautiful new town.
Moysey Barash
