Petula

Where the pale green undulating fields slope gently to the sea
The coastal lands of England she never more may see
With a terminal illness her bones in southern soil will lay
From her old northern Homeland twelve thousand miles away,
Petula is only thirty a fair rose in decay
And in this far southern Country she will live her last day
Her husband Mike is an Aussie and their daughter Lena has turned four
In 96 at twenty she first set foot on this southern shore,
She became a naturalized Aussie some three years ago
And her daughter as an Aussie into womanhood will grow
Her English accent till her end she will retain
And the spark of nostalgia with her will remain
Until the reaper in her life has the say
And her end is only a few months away.