Too long, the Heartland

It took the best part of 30 years to find the ending for this. So belated thanks to Jonathon Clifford and Spike Milligan – who knew anyway.

Out beyond the last horizon
Girdled by Greeks’ Ocean stream
Lies the Heartland
Shining through the darkest dreams.

Words of fire carved on mountains
Incantations on its’ winds
Bitter red run all its’ rivers
With the blood that ransomed sin.

Its’ hearths and halls through nights of Winter
Bear the weight of Heaven’s tears
Raining grief that lasts forever
Down uncounted lonely years.

Out beyond the last horizon or lost within
It’s all the same
Every night the Heartland calls me
But I shall not go there again.