No need to travel further, to other valleys of the green;
mountains disappear, as their shadows stalk this stream.
Golden haze swallows branches and with it drifts my mind,
it carries me right back again, to where my dreams reside.
Vanished are those silver clouds, which carry my daydreams,
as memories drift off into the mist, just as foggy so it seems.
Remembering the bonfire, with united voices of liberation,
great songs of life in those times, of our unrivalled nation.
So as frosty river mist, soon swallows each and every view;
thoughts return to laughter and drinking more home brew.
Here’s cheers to those nights under stars and flickering ember,
as winter’s fog carries me away, to a place I fondly remember.