In Otago

Come, my friends, let us toast
To those who love the most
For what you saw was not a hoax
It was them, riding along this coast

They are Rosemary and Marco
She is perfect, he was her hero
They were going to meet on this coast you know
And take care of business in Otago

Darkness leaves bleeding skies
Night sounds are now morning cries
The day begins as the wind sighs
The sun creeps from her eyes

Pulling back the covers, looking out the window
The pond is iced, yard is in snow
She's leaving an' wants to go
She's got business in Otago

"Crikey, it's cold", she said to herself
As she saddled her horse without any help
An' left the revolver in a book on the shelf
All will be fine, she felt

By noon, Rosemary had left the snow
Rode through memories into a photo
They were going to meet on this coast you know
And take care of business in Otago

"I want to settle things", she hoped
As she rode south down the coast
To meet the voice she heard the most
Who had drowned and become a ghost

She came to a cliff where the winds do blow
Above the ocean with its ripping tow
You might think her a little wacko
Yet, she was settling things in Otago

Deep in her heart, she knows what's real
What she believes and what she feels
Her love of him is almost surreal
Is that the wind or was it a squeal?

He climbed the cliff, did Marco
Saying, "I've crossed oceans an' mountains of snow
So we could meet on this coast you know
And take care of business in Otago"

When the sun set, the sky had glaucoma
He lit a fire like a beachcomber
He kissed her with a salty aroma
She became a moonlight roamer

Though this happened long ago
We tell the story with gusto
Of the ones who gallop like shadows
Along this coast in Otago