A rocky terrain, a little girl running; Along the cliff, views were stunning.
Happy she was, some time ago; Her island home, Madeira Archipelago.
Born in the town of Ponta do Pargo; Far from the port where ships brought cargo.
Life was simple, but she was home; Climbing and exploring, she would roam.
Folklore music, she would dance; “Balinho da Madeira“, they would chant.
Espatada on the fire; So much food to her heart’s desire.
Cobblestone streets where she would play; Returning home at the end of each day.
Then one day her parents said; The land of opportunities lay ahead.
She recalls the bumpy plane; That took her away and brought her pain.
Arriving in the Land Down Under; Long hot summers and crackin’ of thunder.
The land was flat and strangers around; Her sun-kissed skin, bare feet on the ground.
As she grew her memories faded; Thinking of Madeira, but never feeling jaded.