Song Of An Immigrant Songtext

von Judith Owen

I am far away from my country
I am far away from my home
From the steel grey hills of my fathers
That still haunt me whenever I'm alone

I can see the face of my mother
Of the friends and lovers I have known
And I yearn for these simple pleasures
These things called home

And your golden gate cannot soother me
And your skies of blue make me sigh
For the rains that fall straight from heaven
For the childhood that must have passed me by

So I lay my head on your shoulder
May I rest my hand in your own
I am oh so tired, I am older
And yearn for all the things I've known
These things called home.