We wander in places
where mountains have faces
from legends of dreamtime long long ago
where the land is alive
with the will to survive
fertile and pure from the seeds that we sow

where we carry our dreams
our songs and our prayers
in our hearts and our hope that someday we’ll share
where we dream our own measure
and life is the treasure that we came here for

Truth , just the Truth who could ask more ?
in the wind distant voices sweep in from the shore
and they all seem to whisper a joyful hello
greetings my good friend all this you will know

love is alive yes love is alive
soon you will see her soon she’ll arrive
and we’ll carry her banner and hold it so high
that none then may conquer and none can divide

we wander in places
where mountains have faces
from legends of dreamtime long long ago
where the land is alive
with the will to survive
fertile and pure from the seeds that we sow .

© JOHN. A. SYRMIS.