Walk out over ancient hills There's something underheel Reach down let your fingers touch A blade as hard as steel I was the man that left it there I tried to build my home Watching over a cold frontier A thousand miles from Rome And our worlds collide after all these years on a cold frontier I cleared the woods and I drained the land For houses set to last Now all my cities and all my roads Are contours beneath the grass And the men that we couldn't tame We drove them into the West Their songs and their stories still remain What became of all I left? Just the stones and the clay that the plough reveals On this cold frontier A silver coin I will leave for you You can spin it in the air On any country it chooses to fall The coin will pay your fare In the faces under the skin Of all those who've worked this land You'll find the traces of all who've been They lie so close to hand Let the borders fall after all these years to my cold frontier...