15 July 2012
We're heading away now,
We won't be coming back;
We might be round to visit
The good old family pack.
We know that we will miss you
And this earth of grass and clay,
Though we really want to
There's no way we can stay.
It's time to be a-moving
Onto pastures new
It's not in our cards to stay
And live and laugh with you.
But we'll take some home us;
In a tin we'll take a clod
So whenever we feel blue
We can stand on our home sod.
Sod • Opuss № I