Leaving the South

Leaving the South

It’s time to take my leave and go

To the cold and the mist

And the rain and the snow.

I came when young, I go back old

To the snow and the rain

And the mist and the cold.

I’ve withered under a blue, blue sky.

In the dust and the sand

The green went dry.

Pero que conste:

That our love was strong,

That we have done much,

And all the stronger and all the more,

For a south sea meeting a northern shore.

December 1999