Leaving England

Leaving England under a cold, blue sky;

cold as the tongue of a loveless mother.

Leaving the cruel cities behind

with their rips and clips and backward streets.

Behind the dainty gardens

cruel purposes abound.

Farewell and one less body.

To the west I am bound.

The new World rises older than before

but still the hope of the new arrival.

Whatever waits for me in time

is better than what's left behind.

Danger comes with travel but

I cannot lie down.

Farewell and one less body.

To the west I am bound.

(All lyrics by David Childers unless otherwise noted.)

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