Standing at the limit of an endless ocean
stranded like a runaway, lost at sea
city on a rainy day down in the harbour
watching as the grey clouds shadow the bay
looking everywhere 'cause I had to find you
this is not the way that I remember it here
anyone will tell you it's a prisoner island
hidden in the summer for a million years...
Been browsing through YouTube videos and caught this one. The scenery reminds me of the poem, "My Country," by Dorothea Mackellar, that we were required to memorize as children:
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of jagged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
Of course, I've forgotten the rest of the poem and even had to do a websearch to find the author. Sad how much I've forgotten over the years. Hope you enjoy the video.