East West

East West

Over the ocean

Perpetual motion

Traveling around

No rest

Singing and playing

Night out and day in

Doing the rounds

What a great life this must seem!

Swelled joints

Everything classy

Nothing is tacky

Only the best

Lush girls

Older and dying

Sighing and crying

"This is success!"

What a great life this must seem!

But when I hear your voice

Singing out

The Bells Of Home

Are ringing out

And I feel all alone

(And I think of my home)

Cold times

A wind through the houses

The bleakness arouses

A longing to leave

Time flew

I wanted to see you

Somehow I could not do

Because of success

What a strange life this can be!

But when I hear your voice

Singing out

The bells of home

Are ringing out

And I feel all alone

(And I think of my home)