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