(To the tune of "Evening Falls")

Daughter of the West, mother of Caid,
Bountiful and best, free from hate and greed.
Kingdoms split, and provinces decay,
Baronies dissolve like ocean spray:
Immortal, Calafia.

Restless breakers plead favors from her hand.
Eastern mountains speed shade to desert sand.
Gray whales spout, and grunions mob the shore,
Condor soars above the cougar's roar.
Here in our Calafia.

Where her people go, baronies arise.
Dreiburgen started so, Markheim's son and prize.
Alia and Silvae Magnae died,
But Guildenholt remains Savigny's pride,
Offspring of Calafia.

From our noble ranks, Caid's first king grew.
We give heartfelt thanks for Barons old and new,
And Baronesses generous and fair.
Knight and Pelicans the Golden Trident bear.
Laurels praise Calafia.

When our exile's past, when the work is done,
Then our feet turn at last to seek the beaming sun.
Foreign lands have lured us long away,
Now our hearts will brook no more delay.
We've come home, Calafia.

12-17 December 2001
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