... the last I'll see in a while. Tomorrow I'll be spirited off... across the planet...
I'm heading to a wide brown country. A land of sweeping plains. Of rugged mountain ranges. Of droughts, and flooding rains.
Leaving... this gem of God's earth, an Island so strong and so fair;
Built firm as Barrule, Thy Throne of Home Rule
Makes us free as thy sweet mountain air.
(Or, as we call it, Sweet Home Ballasalla.)
But I'll be back.