Farewell Transmission

Hold on
Hold on
Your dad didn’t know the age of the sun
But now we know the hour it was born
How does that help us now?
Hold on
Hold on
We need your pretty words
In clipped and chanted verse
Your race depends on you
And I do too
Hold on
Hold on
Ride until the morning light
Your ancestors depend on you
To see them through
And I do too