"Here is your world" it says to me
The lake, the hills, the tussocked tops
The clear sky at night
Here is your world
The stones with deep lichen
The vines, the apples, the rocky roads
The sparkling clear daylight
Here is your world
Like time stands still
The hope, the waiting, the growing old
the child's eyes bright
The Southern Cross is my world
Pointing my way
Step here, step there, look up and see
Its ever shining light
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