We’ve been together for forty years,
And faced the tumult of the world as one,
Known times of laughter and of tears.
And we have profited from our union,
Grown prosperous as trade increased
Turned away those who would encroach
And forced our enemies to offer peace.
Why must this coupling be broached?
You rush towards the federal mire.
I’ve wept, entreated, but you have not heard.
Made arrogant by your desire.
So I must leave and like a bird
Freed from its cage rise high into the sky
And sing “goodbye, lost paradise, goodbye.”