(Music & Lyrics: Jenny & Martin Schaub)

Hear the band play on the quay
As a final memory
When we leave this sweet old country
Hear the trumpet and the horn
Playing hymns for the forlorn
As we leave this sweet old country

There’s a bird that sings of sorrow
In the spring, at dusk he calls
Sings of lost love, no tomorrow
Not returning, tears that fall

Hear the band play on the quay
As a final memory
When we leave this sweet old country
Hear the trumpet and the horn
Playing for the sinners, the forlorn
As we leave this sweet old country

Hold on my soul
Hold on my heart
Hold on to hope, and a brand new start

Hold on to faith
Hold on to light
Hold on to all that is pure and bright

Hold on to memories
Hold on to friends
Hold on to good times and happy ends

Hold on to summer skies
Hold on to sun
Hold on to “all the best is yet to come”

Hold on