We are travellers. We are pilgrims heading for a higher plane
The clouds overhead tell of storms tonight
Our spirit shines on through the rain

We were taken by the white man from Dahomey, mother and soil
Shackled and branded and herded like sheep
Auctioned to bondage and toil

Don't let the devil get the better of us now
Must be a way to turn it around
Must be a way to slip off the chains
Must be a way
To be free men again

Escape from Georgia, run to Norfolk to join Lord Dunmore's band
Our freedom is bought with the coin of blood
The loyalists promised us land

Don't let the devil get the better of us now
This is the chance to turn it around
Safe from the slavers on northern farms
Safe from the slavers
We're breaking our bonds

Barren and desolate land our due
Promises broken, boulders and snow
Birchtown is slavery in all but name
Then we hear news of a chance to go
Struggle to harbour, wait for the day
Huddle on board till we finally sail

So we travel ever closer soon reach the higher plane
The African coast rises out of the mist
This place called Sierra Leone

Don't let the devil get the better of us now
Headed east to the rising sun
Don't let the devil get the better of us now
Dawn is breaking on Clarkson's plan
Don't let the devil get the better of us now
We've come too far to turn back around
Come full circle to where we began
Come full circle
To the promise of home