Song of Home

Well it's written in the wind

For the story to begin

I will go back to my kin across the sea

And the bird that's on the wing and is flying free

He can hear the song of home endlessly

Well the further I must go

Then the nearer I must stay

Men have sailed the seven seas to be free

And like that bird that's on the wing and is flying free

He can hear the song of home endlessly

I can see the harbour lights

Hear the foghorns in the night

All up and down the lough, calling

From the rocky shores of Maine

I will sail back home again

Back to where my heart longs to be

And the bird that's on the wing and is flying free

He can hear the song of home endlessly

I can see the harbour lights

Hear the foghorns in the night

Moving up and down the lough, calling, calling

From the rocky shores of Spain

I will sail back home again

Back to where my heart will always be

And like a bird that's on the wing and is flying free

He can hear the song of home endlessly

He can hear the song of home endlessly

He can hear the song of home endlessly