Fifty years have passed,
Everyday strangers greet me,
Return to the flock

Fifty years have passed,
Everyday strangers greet me,
Return to the flock
Does she dream of me?
The ghost lover long left since,
The unfaithful swan.
Boatfuls floundering,
Torches burning flames of hate
Borders mean nothing.
Black hearts in black shirts,
Man's inhumanity shows,
Birds migrate freely.