We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy
Your sun so bright it leaves no shadows, only scars
Carved into stone on the face of earth
The moon is up and over One TreeHill
We see the sun go down in your eyes

You ran like river to the sea
Like a river to the sea

And in our world a heart of darkness, a firezone
Where poets speak their hearts, then bleed for it
Jara sang his song a weapon, in the hands of love
You know his blood still cries from the ground

It runs like a river to the sea
Like a river to the sea

II don’t believe in painted roses or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I’ll see you again when the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red over One Tree Hill

We run like a river to the sea
Like a river to the sea

(Greg Carroll’s Funeral, Wanganui, New Zealand,
10th July 1986)