Traveled for many years he traveled
Across the seas, great ships
Taking him far, far away
Left her so many times he left her The children waved goodbye
Mom always cried inside We knew she cried
Upon returning home one day Bought a guitar for his son to play
Within the year we strummed and we sang
Everyone smiled as the harmonies rang
All through the house all the melodies sang
Years passed,
he found a home like that would last
A house across the lake Swing on a vine in the wood
Ocean,
how we missed the ocean He said,
pick up we'll go
Back to the island our home He took us home
Once back home the music had grown
Citizens waited in line to be shown
The family group was good all agreed But
nobody helped out the man in his dream
Everyone laughed at the man in his dream
Do do do do...
Four
miles up and down New York streets,
selling the songs on the tape in his sheet.
Strange looks from record company heads.
Later on you'll regret it, he said.
And later on they're remembered, he says.
Father,
we'd like to
thank you,
Father.
And so we thank you, Father.
We'd like to say we love you.