Shores of Americay Songtext

von The Punters

'm bidding farewell to the land of my youth,
And the home I love so well,
And the mountains stand 'round my own native land,
I'm bidding them all farewell.
With an aching heart I'll bid them adieu,
For tomorrow I'll sail far away,
O'er the raging foam for to seek a home,
On the shores of Amerikay.

It's not for the want of employment I'm going,
It's not for the love of fame,
That fortune bright may shine over me,
And give me a glorious name.
It's not for the want of employment I'm going,
O'er the weary and stormy sea,
For to seek a home for my own true love,
On the shores of Amerikay.

And as I am bidding my last farewell,
The tears like rain will blind,
To think of my friends in my own native land,
And the home that I'm leaving behind.
But if I'm to die in a far away land,
And be buried so far far away,
No fond mother's tears will be she'd over my grave,
On the shores of Amerikay