The white line's etched upon my brain The motorway, the country lane My backward glance is all in vain I've different fruits to savour From silent towns to city lights Strange sounds and unfamiliar sights I try and try with all my might To truly love my neighbour For England's lovely as a rose Ireland's beauty's made to order But I have need of none of those When I make it to the border To this new land, for other's sake I cut the thread; I made the break A different future's claim to stake Leaving what, I'll never know Here are the ones I love the best Here I leave my hearts bequest And here I'll take my final rest And happy that it's so Australia holds my heart and home To part would bring disorder But something stirs within my soul When I make it to the border And when I sit and when I dream Of here and there, the constant theme Is that things are always as they seem I am what history's made me For it's not something that you choose And exile's heart that's torn in two But still, I would not start anew Or change where fate has led me I circled round this globe of pace Life's sweetness and recorder But everything falls into place When I make it to the border Yes everything falls into place When I make it to the border