Testo Wayfaring sons Colin Hay

Wayfaring sons

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 roaring

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

Ohhh...ohhh....mmm...mm...