Lowlands Pacific

(Words © Talis Kimberley 2010 and music 'Lowlands', believed traditional)

Length – 2:42

I need not walk to meet the shore
No place, no place for beast or man;
The sea comes greet me at my door
Oh my poor drowned land.

Time was this farm could keep us fed
No place, no place for beast or man;
We had no need to beg our bread
Oh my poor drowned land.

It was not we who changed the sky
No place, no place for beast or man;
While those who did, in comfort lie
Oh my poor drowned land.

They bid us pack what we would take
No place, no place for beast or man;
Were my heart whole, you’d hear it break
Oh my poor drowned land.

They bid us packed and ready be
No place, no place for beast or man;
But I cannot take my land with me

Oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo
(Lowlands, lowlands away my John)
Oo oo oo oo, oo oo oo oo
(Lowlands away)


A Little Bit About 'Lowlands Pacific'...

I wrote this at the home of my friend Rika, having just heard the original ‘Lowlands’ song at a music party there. I woke in the early morning with the verses shaped. What do we say to people whose own country falls below the rising sea level, as a result of the climate change we’ve brought about with our fossil fuel use and wastage? Where do those people go? Do we owe them anything? Any of us could be refugees one day.


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