When you’ve crossed the stormy waters
Come, walk a‑shore
Bring your sons and bring your daughters
Wander no more.
For our door is always open
And our hearth is always warm
When you need a place to shelter
We’re a harbour in the storm.
There’ll be time for rest and sleeping
Come, walk a‑shore
There’ll be space for peace and healing
Wander no more.
For in days of lesser fortune
Come, walk a‑shore
We may need a door to open
Wander no more.