North was somewhere years ago and cold: Ice locked the peoples hearts and made them old. South was birth to pleasant lands, but dry: I walked the waters depths and played my mind. East was dawn, coming alive in the golden sun: The winds came, gently, several heads became one In the summertime, though August people sneered; We were at peace, and we cheered. We walked alone, sometimes hand in hand, Between the thin lines marking sea and sand; Smiling very peacefully, We began to notice that we could be free, And we moved together to the West. West is where all days will someday end; Where the colours turn from grey to gold, And you can be with the friends. And light flakes the golden clouds above all; West is Mike and Susie, West is where I love. There we shall spend our final days of our lives; Tell the same old stories: yeah well, At least we tried. Into the West, smiles on our faces, well go; Oh, yes, and our apologies to those Wholl never really know the way. Were refugees, walking away from the life That weve known and loved; Nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay; Now we are alone. Were refugees, carrying all we own In brown bags, tied up with string; Nothing to think, it doesnt mean a thing, But well be happy on our own. West is Mike and Susie; West is where I love, West is refugees home. Songwriters: PETER HAMMILL
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 11:57:46 +0000
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