You left to find a pot of gold.
A thousand miles you rode alone...All alone!
Oh, the long and lonely way
will not lead you anywhere...
You‘ll come back home some day;
You‘ll come back home some day.
The wind will steal your ‘pot of gold‘,
And fill your eyes with burning sand, bitter sand!
No star will show the way
and no one will hear your
prayer...
You‘ll come back home some day;
You‘ll come back home some day
You went away forever;
You went away alone.
But someone‘s always waiting
For you... at home... today!
No star will show the way
and no one will hear your
prayer...
You‘ll come back home some day;
You‘ll come back home some day
You went away forever;
You went away alone.
But someone‘s always waiting
For you... at home... today!.