Far north of here my journey through life began
And by distant hills i grew into a man
But since I'm not a seer why should i pretend
That i know where the journey for me will end
The beauty of Nature i love and enjoy
I first fell in love with her as a young boy
Far north of where i am residing today
By the Boggeragh Ranges a half a World away
Our birth and place of it comes from circumstance
And our gift of life it came to us by chance
Long gone from my prime i am in my life's Fall
The scythe of the reaper awaits me as it awaits all
In this warm Southern Country i am growing old
The place i was born and raised in more wet windy and cold.
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