The Border

White line's etched upon my brain

The motorway, the country lane

My backward glance is all in vain

I've different fruits to savour

From silent towns to city lights

Strange sounds and unfamiliar sights

I try and try with all my might

To truly love my neighbour

For England's lovely as a rose

Ireland's beauty's made to order

But I have need of none of those

When I make it to the border

To this new land for others' sake

I cut the thread, I made the break

A different future's claim to stake

Leaving what, I'll never know

Here are the ones I love the best

Here I leave my heart's bequest

And here I'll take my final rest

And happy that it's so

Australia holds my heart and home

To part would bring disorder

But something stirs within my soul

When I make it to the border

And when I sit, and when I dream

Of here and there, the constant theme

Is that things are always as they seem

I am what history's made me

For it's not something that you'd choose

An exile's heart that's torn in two

But still, I would not start anew

Or change where fate has led me

I circled round this globe apace

Life's witness and recorder

But everything falls into place

When I make it to the border

Yes, everything falls into place

When I make it to the border