When I was 19
There were places that I wanted to see
When I was 20
Cornell University
In Kefalonia
Didn't mean anything to me
I read the classics
But I didn't read thoroughly
When I go to Ithaca When I come back
from America
You'll
be
with me
You found freedom In the chamber of the library
You dig the roots out
With the old etymology
In Kefalonia And the blue I don't even see
The way I know you
It's like an old, old olive tree
When I go to Ithaca When I come back
from America
You'll
be
with me
When I go to Ithaca
When I come back
from America You'll be with me
When I go to Ithaca When I come back to
South Africa