This old world still turns

Sunshine on the deserts Snow high up on the mounts The world keeps on turning As if nothing else now counts Footprints on the shorelines Are quick washed out to sea Three ships left on the morn In search of a new country Leaders of the cities Watch people leave in droves They've heard some have set camp In amongst the mango groves Farm lands still stand vacant For youth have long moved on Houses crumble to dust And small country schools are gone Three ships in the distance Now struggle on the breeze All three captains on deck Appear to be on their knees They've been gone near two years And at last they are back Ships by three are limping Nary a sail's left intact One man woke this morning For the past he now yearns Yet there's no going back While this old world still turns