Some ask us how, how can we sing in a strange land?
They can't seem to comprehend, they don't understand
That the message in our soul is from the heart
Doesn't matter how near, doesn't matter how far But if there be one that is touched
By the things that we do
Then we're satisfied, satisfied
And we did what we came to do Then we'll rejoice amongst ourselves
Till we get where we're going to
Everything we do, we do it for you
My Lord, you put it down for us
So we put it up for you
