Norfolk Island

By a Settler from Overseas

OH come away from cities, oh, come away with me.

Sail eastward out of Sydney across the Southern sea.

If your heart is sad and weary, and you’re longing for a rest.

I’ll take you to the land I call "The Island of The Blest.”

A gem it lies, encradled, amidst long rollers deep Of the wide, lone Pacific whose waves forever keep Their guard around this jewel that in their bosom lies — Its tall and stately pine trees branching upward to the skies.

It matters not which way you turn — North, South, or East or West —

And who can say one prospect is more fair than all the rest — There’s "Hundred Acres,” "Ferny Lane,” and "Longridge Avenue”; Rose pink glows Phillip Island ’gainst the ocean’s attire hue.

The homesteads with their paddocks where the quiet cattle feed Bring to your heart a sense of peace, of calm that is your need; Far, far away seem war and strife, and pain and bitterness — The wind-song murmured through the pines is soft as a caress.

So, come away from the cities, oh, come away with me — You never will regret it, for, no matter where you be.

Whenever things seem all awry and life is losing Zest, You’ll ne’er forget that once you found "The Island of The Blest.”