Road-march to San Fernando

Road-March to San 'Do

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.