In a place I know
It seems time forgot
Where folks smile, and laugh
Despite their lot

On a hillside high
Eucalyptus grow
A majestic sweep
To the valley below

A small cafe
A lovely man
Working every hour
Doing what he can

A young lady sits
Where shade still plays
Stitching beauty
On most days

The crack of Diario
Held in tight fist
One more fly
That is rarely missed

A tractor roars
A badly-parked car
A flock of goats
Rutting on the tar

Giant cabbages
In strong brown arms
A girl that smiles
Her innocence charms

Some English sit
Exchange the day
Watch life unfold
Both work and play

A fountain proud,
In a time of need
As taps run dry
No clouds to feed

In a place I know
High on a hill
In a different life
I’d be there still