Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy
Spring...and the air`s turning mild City lights...and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry
Friends...do they know what I mean Rain...and the gathering green Of an afternoon out-of-town
But Lord I had to go My trail was laid too slow behind me To face the call of fame Or make a drunkard`s name for me Though now this other life Has brought a different understanding And from these endless days Shall come a broader sympathy And though I count the hours To be alone`s no injury...
My home...was a place near the sand Cliffs...and a military band Blew and air of normality
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