All aboard for foreign shores, to sail upon the sea The cat-on-nine to keep in line prospective mutiny Seven years of transportation and slavery Breaking these chains, walking the bay
Day into months, weeks into years watching the world go by from up here It's a black mans life, in a white mans skin I'll not wear these chains
Far away, we are looking out to sea The northern lights, a girl with brown eyes, All these years are still waiting for me
I long for you each day, the seasons roll on, Despair is my reprieve Sailing these southern seas in a dream Back to my home county MeathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
