| As I sit here on my verandah and watch the sun go down,
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| And listen to the sounds that make this quiet coastal town,
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| I watch the traffic passing by on the highway down below,
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| And I wonder now what brought me here, so many years ago.
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| Where the plains climb through the mountains, and the rivers all ran wide,
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| The rains came in their seasons, to dress the countryside,
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| And a place called West of Sundown, where the western breezes blow,
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| Now seems a million miles away and a thousand years ago.
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| Yes I wonder if the hand of fate, that made me wander here,
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| And led me to this life style to live out my twilight years,
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| So far away from what I’ve been and the life I used to know,
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| It seems a million miles away and a thousand years ago.
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| The country that I bought and sold the homesteads I have known,
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| The stock camps, men and branding fires have just been stepping stones
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| In a dream to make a life for these and watch my fortunes grow,
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| Now it all seem like a million miles and a thousand years ago.
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| But I was never one to dwell upon this fortune or my luck
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| But I’m content with what I have, thankful for what I’ve got,
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| And the friends I left behind me and the loved ones I’ve let go,
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| Now seem a million miles away and a thousand years ago.
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| As I sit here on my verandah and watch the sun go down,
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| And listen to the sounds that make this quiet coastal town,
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| And I watch the traffic passing by on the highway down below,
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| And I wonder now what brought me here, so many years ago.
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| Yes I wonder at the hand of fate, that made me wander here,
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| And led me to this life style to live out my twilight years,
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| So far away from what I’ve been and the life I used to know,
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| It seems a million miles away and a thousand years ago.
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| A thousand years ago. |
| A thousand years ago. |