Voice of our Fathers(English/Welsh/Polish/Cornish)

[Voice of Our Father’s Verse 1 (English)] [the opening guitar playing should be in 7/4]
They left the fields that knew their names,
Packed their courage into wooden frames.
Mothers held children, fathers held the line,
Said goodbye to the hills one final time. The ships groaned heavy, the nights ran cold,
Salt in their mouths and stories untold.
Storm after storm on the endless black sea,
Still they kept sailing for what might be free. [Pre-Chorus (Welsh)]
Llais ein tadau yn canu dros y tonnau,
Rydym yn cario’u gobaith yn ein gwaed. [Chorus (Polish)]
Głos naszych ojców unosi się wysoko,
W nowej ziemi znajdujemy dom.
Przez walkę i ból, przez cień dyskryminacji,
Ich duch nas prowadzi — nigdy nie zginie. [Verse 2 (English)]
They stepped on the docks with calloused hands,
Names twisted by tongues that would not understand.
Worked the mills and the mines for a meager wage,
While the streets whispered “foreigner” with quiet rage. Learned the new language one hard word at a time,
Built new lives while the old ones stayed in mind.
Doors stayed closed and the looks stayed cold,
But the blood of the fathers still ran in their blood. [Pre-Chorus (Welsh)]
Llais ein tadau yn canu dros y tonnau,
Rydym yn cario’u gobaith yn ein gwaed. [Chorus (Polish)]
Głos naszych ojców unosi się wysoko,
W nowej ziemi znajdujemy dom.
Przez walkę i ból, przez cień dyskryminacji,
Ich duch nas prowadzi — nigdy nie zginie. [Outro (Cornish)]
Bro goth agan tasow, dha flehes a’th kar.
Yn tir an ryddid ny a yskyn yn-rag.
Llais agan tasow a wra bys vykken,
Agan kerensa yw dhis bys dhe’n diwedh.