I'd Love To See The Gorse In Bloom

I'd love to see the gorse in bloom again
And in the morning hear the chaffinch sing
And hear the curlew piping in the bog
As carolling skylark towards the cloud world wing.

I'd love to see the bluebell flowers in bloom
On grassy verges of the stone bohreen
And hear again the little dipper sing
On rock midst rapid of the mountain stream.

I'd love to see the old home town again
Where years ago mine was a well known face
My next door neighbour I don't even know
I feel a stranger in a foreign place.

I sit here alone talking to myself
Watching the raindrops running down the pane
The Winter winds are soughing in the gums
And the currawongs are calling in the rain.

I long for days that never can return
The clock ticks on how quick the years go by
Why must I keep on living in the past
When the man can never grow back to a boy?.

A migrant half of a World away from home
And a stranger in this land I'll always be
But I know if I went back home right now
I'd feel a stranger in my own country.

I'd love to see the gorse in bloom again
And hear the redbreast pipe on hawthorn tree
But I'm a migrant in a foreign land
Andf a stranger in my homeland now I'd be.