He smelt the briny ocean when he was seventeen, just said goodbye, cause sailors never cry When the life ashore became no more Than just a point of dad, he tried to realize The words the old man said:
Son, you'll never live in Clover, But the last word's up to you If you really thought it over, Do what you must do.
Daddy, I don't know if I'm wrong Dad, but it's there where I belong Daddy, once I'll be back to see If at home it's really better like you said to me.
He sailed across the seven seas from England to Japan He saw all the places in the world. But somewhere in his heart, there is a start of yearning For the land he left behind, that he adored.
Son, you'll never live in Clover, But the last word's up to you If you really thought it over, Do what you must do.
Daddy I know that I was wrong Dad I'm coming back where I belong Daddy, those words you used to say: That at home it's really better - feel it every day.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
