Goodbye little island, the time has come,
for I am leaving your fields of green,
and the end of the journey has begun,
because what life will be I shall see,
for I am in hopeful mood,
and I toast the coast,
as it disappears in its elegant symmetry,
for my new life beckons, and the old one is done,
and never again,
will I stride upon England’s pleasant pastures or its streets,
for the world awaits, and a lot of fun,
and with no cares in the world,
I will live the rest of my years,
I will live the rest of my years in the foreign sun.