Far off lands beckon me
beyond the far green shore
beyond the cold iron sea
beyond my own front door
Far away my dreams roam
thoughts of brown lands
thoughts of dark earthy loam
thoughts of her soft hands
Far distant my future waits
calls to me in quiet words
calls to me promised fates
calls to me as morning birds
Far – far - so far, so near
where feather memories linger
where love melts sorrow's fear
where I myself become the singer
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