Talk Talk Westward Bound
			
Opaline through her hair 
Born on an April tide 
Glowing in the wonder of our first child 
There my promise is 
A spur 
A rein 
The world upon my back 
The pressure upon this earth 
Drought's heir 
Sown my money 
Sold my shirt 
Sown my money 
Migrate 
Job on the threshing line 
Mute I walk 
Idle ground 
Westward bound