Judith Owen
Song Of An Immigrant
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 SongtexteFor 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.
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