As I sit here on my verandah and watch the sun go down,
And listen to the sounds that make this quiet coastal 
town,
I watch the traffic passing by on the highway down 
below,
And I wonder now what brought me here, so many years 
ago.

Where the plains climb through the mountains, and the 
rivers all ran wide,
The rains came in their seasons, to dress the 
countryside,
And a place called West of Sundown, where the western 
breezes blow,
Now seems a million miles away and a thousand years 
ago.

Yes I wonder if the hand of fate, that made me wander 
here,
And led me to this life style to live out my twilight 
years,
So far away from what I've been and the life I used to 
know,
It seems a million miles away and a thousand years ago.

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The country that I bought and sold the homesteads I 
have known,
The stock camps, men and branding fires have just been 
stepping stones
In a dream to make a life for these and watch my 
fortunes grow,
Now it all seem like a million miles and a thousand 
years ago.

But I was never one to dwell upon this fortune or my 
luck
But I'm content with what I have, thankful for what 
I've got,
And the friends I left behind me and the loved ones 
I've let go,
Now seem a million miles away and a thousand years ago.

As I sit here on my verandah and watch the sun go down,
And listen to the sounds that make this quiet coastal 
town,
And I watch the traffic passing by on the highway down 
below,
And I wonder now what brought me here, so many years 
ago.

Yes I wonder at the hand of fate, that made me wander 
here,
And led me to this life style to live out my twilight 
years,
So far away from what I've been and the life I used to 
know,
It seems a million miles away and a thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago. A thousand years ago.