Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master His watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughter And the seasons can change all the light from the grey to the dim But the light in his eyes will see no more so bright As the sheep that he locked in the pen
There's four feet of ground in front of the barn That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm But now it lies empty so cold and so bare Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there
By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger For sentiment touched him as Cyclamen holds him And later men came from the town Who said clear the child this won't take a while And Gulliver's gone with the dawn