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Where the lilies glow in the fields

The rain streaks silver where it wills

From the dark breast of pregnant cloud

Falls softly on the hills



Lush is the green of my homeland

Rivers run freely to the sea

In the garden of my mem'ry

You're walking there with me.



Sadly I leave you,my darling

And yet so gladly would remain

For I hover like the dark clouds

Above the hills of pain.



Reach for me, your arms like angels

Drawing me down to life and land.

Yes, hold me like the marram grass

Holds tightly to the sand.



Where the wild song of the ocean

Sings to the bushline of the shore

You and I now live together

For I have come home once more.