I hold allegiance to no stone
nor tattered cloth of colours bold
my blood is not of any earth
nor flesh writ in fables old
I am of the summer’s air
upon which swallows wing
no country can I thus betray
my nation is the wind.
I hold allegiance to no stone
nor tattered cloth of colours bold
my blood is not of any earth
nor flesh writ in fables old
I am of the summer’s air
upon which swallows wing
no country can I thus betray
my nation is the wind.