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The hour has come our Isle is free,
The Long dark night is past,
O' Lord of Hosts all thanks to Thee.
Our homes in sight at Last.
Oh! we shall see our shore once more,
Our lovely Isle of flowers,
St. Peter Port is ours,

More loved, more prized, ten-fold more dear.
Our own La Chaumi猫re,
O happy exiles, freed from fear,
For England breathe a prayer,
For we have loved thy friendly shores,
Our homes at Moseley Hall,
So cheer we now with loud encores,
it's owners, one and all.

Thro' summer- day and winter night,
Here have we worked and prayed.
And God has saved us by His Might,
From rocket, blitz and raid,
God bless them for the outstretched hand,
When the Germans seized our Isle,
That gave us food and home and planned,
To cheer our bleak exile.

God bless those kindly priests and nuns,
With all who came to aid,
Those Fathers, true Don Bosco's sons,
To them be tribute paid,
to all kind friends on English soil
We sing our farewell strain,
Their blood and tears, their sweat and toil
Have pleaded not in vain.

When back in their loved Island home
The exiles still shall pray,
And think of you, where鈥檈r they roam,
That peace may with you stay!
O England, with the open hand,
To all in want and woe,
God keep your green and smiling land,
Forever from the foe!

Song sung by the children of La Chaumiere School,evacuated from Guernsey to Cheshire, in a little concert given for friends before we left Mosley Hall in July 1945.

Composed by one of the Sisters

Submitted by Beryl Merrien, a helper at the School

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