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