I was born in the shadow of the factory I’d be workingFor me and my brother, there was nowhere else to goI married a local boy in 1947His hands were rough but his eyes were kindAnd I knew our love would growFrom my eyes to the riverFrom the river to the seaFrom the sea to the drkening cloudsFrom the sky back down to meFollow my tears….We sailed for New Zealand, I was carrying our second daughterAnd there on the dockside, I never knew they were last goodbyesThe first time I saw Wellington my heart would not stop racingWe had come halfway round the world to start our new livesNow John was an engineer, he worked until the day he diedHe left me wanting nothing, for thirty years this was our homeI am by myself now, the children call me now and thenHis hands were rough but his eyes were kindAnd I knew our love would growFrom my eyes to the riverFrom the river to the seaFrom the sea to the drkening cloudsFrom the sky back down to meFollow my tears….Follow my tears