Jewel of the South

Where the warm winds blow
There's spices and charms
And a silver mine
That could use strong arms

So pack that trunk
And board that ship
The boat leaves soon
From the southbound slip

Karnaca calls
With its shining bay
And high on the cliffs
The old trees sway

The winds of change
The wealth of trade
The fruits of labor
Where fortunes are made

So pack your dreams
And leave your coat
Your life begins
When you leave the boat

The jewel of the south
She shines for you
Karnaca calls you
To be born anew

Karnaca calls
With its shining bay
And high on the cliffs
The old trees sway

The winds of change
The wealth of trade
The fruits of labor
Where fortunes are made

Where the warm winds blow
There’s spices and charms
And a silver mine
That could use strong arms