Tell My Sister

Weather man on the radio

threatens rain maybe snow

He just forecasts he don't know

I need blue skies

I've got to go

I'm not a cowboy, I've never been shot

I'm not a convict I've never been caught

Tell my sister

To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home, alone

Sunday morning I boarded a plane

Leaving London England

In the pouring rain

Tell my sister

To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home alone

Someday I'll be back again

To that green and pleasant land

Between the Channel and the sea

Across the ocean, that's where I want to be

But until the, tie me to the ground

I've got to let these weary bones rest

>From all that runnin' around

Tell my sister

To tell my mother

I'm coming home

Home alone