| Trade Winds blow over San Fernando and there I know is where my Grave must be. Bird can fly away to San Fernando but no matter how I try there's too much lot of Sky from me to San Fernando plenty Sea. |
| in my Hand from a Stone in San Fernando a grain of Sand and a Salt-grain very small both can fly the Wind to San Fernando but Salt he must stay dry else something just like I bound for San Fernando disappears in all. |
| Water below is Water in San Fernando and Sky I know is all the same and one if Water and Sky can be in San Fernando then old Man I can try but Water, if I die, then wash me bones to San 'do where I born. |