Roger's Desert Dream

He came from Wellington with a dream in his eyes. A Kiwi boy

chasing Zion's sunrise. Left the green hills for the burning sand.

With a heart full of faith and a rough and calloused hand. Oh,

Roger. You made the desert bloom. You turned the dust

into a living room. From Maine to the Dead Sea shore.

You fed the land till it could cry no more. He fought the

heat and the endless sky. Where the cattle stood and the

well ran dry. They said, "No way this land can