And wake to a dawn in Salem ghostly and grey and pale,
And over by Avanashi and the levels of Coimbatore
I'll see them hung in the tinted sky and I won't ask for more;
For I'll know I'm happy and I'll make my morning prayer
Of thanks for the sun on the Blue Mountains and me to be going there.
The little mountain railway shall serve me for all I need,
Crawling its way to Adderly, crawling to Runnymede;
And the scent of the gums shall cheer me like the sight of a journey's end,
And the breeze shall say to me "Brother" and the hills shall hail me "Friend,"
While the clear Kateri River sings lovesongs in my ear,