A good route – we beat the bounds
Keeping within our sacred grounds
I could always hear the trains
And petrol bikes across the plains
And so we made a vow, among the branches away from town
One that binds my heart still
We taught this place held us so well
Marked at its edges by Cross and Bell
We would drink and love
And take comfort in absence above
And once we made a vow, beneath the branches outside of town
One that binds my heart still
A translation for you:
Flowing through Haden is all I do