jet trail sunset

The Emigrant


He's winging his way to Australia again

does he feel the miles at all ?

He's bringing his folks a breath of the air

that used to blow around them all


the silent call is answered

threads are torn

held by promises they'll touch again

His silent eyes betray a sorrow born

the years away can steal so much


He can take his hands, he can take his dreams

he can build his spires a world apart

he can sail his hopes down a thousand streams

but he can't take his heart


He's winging his way to Australia again

there's not much further he can fly

The telephone waits just a touch away

to heal the hurt in his goodbye


The silent call....


He can take his hands....