“I shall stand at the cliffs edge
I shall look out for a better home for us
We shall run from the very familiar
We shall find a new start
And when the Eagles return to nest
I would hurriedly rush home to you
We shall pack up, all our belongings
To embark on the final leg of a journey
…To the West, to the setting sun…”
The road is thorny and mountainous
The land full of poisonous adders and toads
Inedible mushrooms, distracts the traveller
But wasn’t it said here lies a depth of gold?
The wolves howl behind the weary men
Winter is cruel to those who seek refuge
In her treacherous arms and embrace
But the moon shine and men count their luck
And when the sun rises, another hope is unleashed
The trail is fresh with different paw prints
But we must go, to find a new land
To find Scotland, Vancouver or Newfoundland?
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