The Border
J.C. Munro

The 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 has beauties 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 and 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'll leave my heart's bequest
For here I'll take my final rest
And happy that it's so

Australia holds my heart and home
To part would bring disorder
Yet 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 isn't something that you'd choose
An exile's heart that's torn in two
But still I wouldn't start anew
Or change where fate has led me

I've circled round this globe apace
Life's witness and recorder
But everything falls into place
When I make it to the border