It’s time to take my leave and go
To the cold and the mist
The rain and the snow.
I came when young, I go back old
To the snow and the rain
The mist and the cold.
I’ve withered under a blue, blue sky.
In the dust and the sand
The green went dry.
Pero que conste:
That our love is strong,
That we have done much,
And all the stronger and all the more,
For a south sea meeting a northern shore.