When I think of the world that I've lived in,
The sea and the sky,
The piney wood forest,
The frigate birds cry,
The clear water rivers alive in the sun,
When I think of the world that I've lived in,
The world that I've lived in,
I'm sorry it's done.

When I think of the love that I've lived with,
So crazy and wild,
All based on the wisp of a nothing,
The edge of a smile,
But burning my heart with good fire and sweet on the tongue,
When I think of the love that I've lived with,
The love that I've lived with,
I'm sorry it's done.

When I think of the fight that I've lived in,
The unending fight,
So hopeless outnumbered,
So headstrong and right,
By the side of the beautiful people who faced to the gun,
When I think of the fight that I've lived in,
The fight that I've lived in,
I'm sorry it's done.

When I think of the world that I've lived in,
I'm sorry it's done.