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