Daddy

He smelt the briny ocean when he was seventeen,

just said goodbye, cause sailors never cry

When the life ashore became no more

Than just a point of dad, he tried to realize

The words the old man said:

Son, you'll never live in Clover,

But the last word's up to you

If you really thought it over,

Do what you must do.

Daddy, I don't know if I'm wrong

Dad, but it's there where I belong

Daddy, once I'll be back to see

If at home it's really better like you said to me.

He sailed across the seven seas from England to Japan

He saw all the places in the world.

But somewhere in his heart, there is a start of yearning

For the land he left behind, that he adored.

Son, you'll never live in Clover,

But the last word's up to you

If you really thought it over,

Do what you must do.

Daddy I know that I was wrong

Dad I'm coming back where I belong

Daddy, those words you used to say:

That at home it's really better - feel it every day.