the centre of the world

 at istanbul the line is swift

faces are warm the world is here

we have the journey as our gift

 

all landed safe none cast adrift

no crisis left to engineer

at istanbul the line is swift

 

we're moved along all hearts must lift

as each direction comes out clear

we have the journey as our gift

 

no simple one so for our thrift

we've been repaid and very dear

at istanbul the line is swift

 

but none can say that they've been stiffed

as cost of entry will appear

we have the journey as our gift

 

though we come far and have to sift

through memories made everywhere

at istanbul the line is swift

we have the journey as our gift