By the shore of a rolling sea I left the last of my memory behind
For the gulls to pick over, let ‘em have there fill
I put a sign up for all to see, here lies the last of my memory
For some long distance rower, headed west with the sun
By the last of the border towns, I found a stretch of unbroken ground and I
I am going to break it, if it takes all year
In the mouth of the desert dry I see no reason to wonder why I’ve come
To the dust and the drylands where no river runs
In the light of the early dawn I see the road I’ve been walking on and I
I am weary of walking, I am weary and far from my home
But I’m on my way back home, though there’s miles and miles to go
Though there’s miles before I’ll know
Where I am and what the years have yet to show
On I’m on my way back home, though there’s miles and miles to go
Though there’s miles before I’ll know
Where I am and what the years have yet to show
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