Gulliver's gone to the final command of his master 
His watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughter 
And the seasons can change all the light from the grey to the dim 
But the light in his eyes will see no more bright 
As the sheep that he locked in the pen 
 
There's four feet of ground in front of the barn 
That's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farm 
But now it lies empty so cold and so bare 
Gulliver's gone but his memory lies there 
 
By passing the doors of his life was a stage I remember 
And in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a stranger 
For sentiment touched him as Cyclamen holds him 
And later men came from the town 
Who said clear the child this won't take a while 
And Gulliver's gone with the dawn