Performed by: Dave Richards Music by: Dave Richards Lyrics by: Hans Waltl
The mountains shimmering green seem to mock us,
We travellers of times to come.
The sun obliquely shining,
the light of the glorious Son
We travel sadly, hopefully,
With lives behind and in front
With thoughts of friends we're leaving and those who are still to come.
We've loved our time and these people
Our friends and officials too,
We hope to return to this homeland
And see how the vine trees have grown.