Testo di Wayfaring Sons

Don't go out in the night Even though you know the town Someone always wants to fight You end up lying on the ground I dream of lying in the sun In my ears hear the ocean roaring And like all good wayfaring sons I travel home and the rain it's pouring Soaks me to my skin I duck into this public house Get shattered by the din I sailed across the sea My family and me I never knew if I'd return But in my memory I yearned So hear we are once again With my friends and the whisky's flowing And as the cold night air descends I drift away and my mind it wanders Back to southern skies I call myself a fool And hope I wake and realize Twa hames are better than yin Some people they've got nane It's round the world I've been No two places are the same I dream of lying in the sun In my ears hear the ocean roarlng And like all good wayfaring sons I travel home with some more good stories I'll build them up through time They'll all become a pack of lies When I'm beyond my prime