Poetry

Wednesday, 1 November 2023

Dixie Tune

 Go on your way, way way over the delta


Come home, come home

All ye travellers of the trail

On your way


Over that old Mountain, 

Over the paths of stone

Step your clip-clop shoes

On the paths of stone


Over that wide river

Row, row your boat

row it til  the break of day


Heave, heave your shovel in the mud and clay

Over that old mountain, mountain all the day


Step, step upon the trail

Where the white doves sail

Through the mists of day

Up into the sunshine

Til you find your rightful way

Once you're there, once you're there

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