|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
| Expiree © Copyright George Papavgeris, January 2002 The dilemma of a “First Fleeter” who has completed his transportation sentence in early 19th century Australia: To return, or stay? Seventy months in transportation Another two and I'll be free. Should I come home to dear old England, Should you instead come home to me? For when the night lights up above me I look for home inside my heart But there's no Northern Star to guide me The Southern Cross now lights my path. Taking a loaf of bread was my crime And was it worth all these six years? Together with the pimps and murderers I had more lashes than shed tears. The soil is hard, the wood is harder I break an axe each month it seems Yet when at night I put my head down The Southern Cross would light my dreams. One hundred acres up by Rose Hill Are mine if I should choose to stay; Ten sacks of grain, two sacks of flour I'll dig and sow and pray for rain. If I go back what is there for me Except more hunger, pain and fear? I have a chance to build a future The Southern Cross will keep me here. I came on board the "Alexander" And now she's going back for more. The Reverend helped me write this letter, Whether I'll send it I'm not sure. For if I do and you refuse me, With such a truth how could I cope? Perhaps I should just keep my memories The Southern Cross is now my hope. |
You can buy George's albums directly with PayPal secure payment
George's CDs are manufactured by Bump Studios
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
