Now... in this faraway land Strange... that the palms of my lands Should be damp with expectancy
Spring... and the air`s turning mild City lights... and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry
Friends... do they know what I mean Rain... and the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go My trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkyard`s name for me Though now this other life Has brought a different understanding And from these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone`s no injury...
My home... was a place near the sand Cliffs... and a military band Blew an air of normality.
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