north was somewhere years ago and cold:
ice locked the people's 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, we'll go;
oh, yes, and our apologies to those
who'll never really know the way.
we're refugees, walking away from the life
that we've known and loved;
nothing to do or say, nowhere to stay;
now we are alone.
we're refugees, carrying all we own
in brown bags, tied up with string;
nothing to think, it doesn't mean a thing,
but we'll be happy on our own.
west is mike and susie;
west is where i love,
west is refugees' home. |