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If I could only write
By the campfire I am dreaming and feeling sense of pain
Iím thinking of you mother as the light begins to wane
Wondering why Iím lonely and wondering why Iím sad
Thereís such a lot to tell you since I wandered as a lad.
Long ago I left you and my homeland far behind
This land is now my country and itís "right" within my mind
But this sadness overcomes me and I wish to pen a line
To assure you Iím happy and everything is fine.
Many years Iíve walked the gully - many years Iíve searched for gold
Iíve fought the isolation and Iíve cursed the heat and cold
Iíve used up all the paper and Iíve used up all the rags
My toes are poking through my boots - my clothes are made from bags.
Now Iíd like for me to tell you Iíve struck it rich at last
The futures looking brighter and the hungers in the past
The gold is shining brightly and Iíve sewn it all up tight"
I could tell you all about it - "If I could only write"!
Thereíll be a house upon the hill with windows glowing bright-
To show us where the welcome is - on the dark and dreary night
The sun will always shine for us and the moon will always glow-
Thereíll be a bit of home in every where we go!
But the dream has come a little vague and the fires going out-
My feet are feeling numb again - my heart is full of doubt-
Iím feeling awfully feeble and Iíve almost lost my sight
But Iím sorry I canít reach you - "I wish Iíd learned to write"!