The fires glow beneath a darkened sky,
Some burning still; the flames once more reach high.
The bush is burnt; the trees again must grow;
And we who lived here now must turn and go.

Our homes are gone; there's nothing that remains
To keep us here, amid the falling rains.
Oh, that the rains had come a day ago,
And wet the land, to stop the fires' glow!

We search to find the ones we missed last night
When all was dark and muddled in our flight.
We search once more in case we missed a spot,
But deep within, we know that they are not.

Dear land, we now must leave from this your place
To somewhere that will lack your wild grace.
But you will always be within my soul
And one day, I'll come back to where I'm whole.