If your love be forced from home,
And you dare enough, and your heart be stout,
The world is your own to roam.
If your love be forced from home,
And you dare enough, and your heart be stout,
The world is your own to roam.
Oh, my ways are strange ways and new ways and old ways, And deep ways and steep ways and high ways and low, I'm at home and at ease on a track that I know not, And restless and lost on a road that I know.
Who says Australia offers not a home for every poor Englishman, or any other countryman that finds his way to our shores? And what sort of thanks do we get for it?
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories