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 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