The Border Songtext
von Eric Bogle

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 others′ 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 heart′s 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'd choose
An 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 apace
Life′s witness 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