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 you 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 strong arms