Eesti Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is a land so far away
A land of many days
Though small, it has a staying power
Enduring conquests' craze

Hard centuries of strife and woe
Long bled it with sharp spears
Defending it, we spilled our lives
In native rivers' tears

Its people kept a song alive
And called it Kalev's son
A hero keeping hope alive
When all was bombs and guns

The day came when this little land
Was freed from cruel whips
And olden, secret, hidden dreams
Now sounded from all lips

It took a chorus of the brave
Who had but one great song
Created from the sounds of pain
A revolution strong

It's good to hail from that small place
Where people shun all force
Who'd rather find their freedom's shore
With God as their one source

There is a land so far away
A land of many days
Though small, it has a staying power
Enduring conquests' craze.