Hawk Of The Field

Verse 1 He left the hills of Wales at dawn, Where old stone knows his name, Young Thomas took the tide And a spark of quiet flame. The Falcon rolled on western seas, Her sail a broken shield, Bound for a world of hope and dreams Hawk of the Field. Chorus Fly, fly, Hawk of the Field, To a dark and distant land, What’s torn from earth can rise again And call a new land home. Verse 2 Barbados burned with a sugar sun, Sweet gold, bitter gain, He saw the whips, he heard the chains In the cutting of the cane. He turned his face from bought-and-blood, From fields that scar and yield, And carried north a harder hope— Hawk of the Field. Chorus Fly, fly, Hawk of the Field, Past the lash and broken chain, No man will own your beating heart, No field will stake your name. Verse 3 The River James lay wide and brown, A promise rough and true, With axe and will he carved a life Where roots could push on through. From one young lad, one chosen stand, A future slowly sealed— A line takes wing, a name takes ground Final Chorus (repeat twice, last time soft then strong) Fly, fly, Hawk of the Field, From Wales to a world unknown, One life begins, brings a dynasty In river, wood, and stone.