This is really not my home
Where are you,my lovely Jenny?
I’m afraid and all alone
There is no peace for me
And I’m sitting in the stranger’s room
Playing at the stranger’s table
Shining empty like the moon
There is no peace for me
But in the darkness, struggle, cold
I think about a garden valley
Gentle as the leaves unfold
Singing out across the Tay
Distant and so far away
There is no peace for me.
I’m blinded by your city lights
I wander through these fearful places
The colors fade to black and white
There is no peace for me
These are not the friends I know
These are not their smiling faces
A desert that no one should know
There is no peace for me.
But in the darkness, struggle, cold
I think about a garden valley
Gentle as the leaves unfold
Singing out across the Tay
Distant and so far away
There is no peace for me.
Now I know and feel it well
The immigrant’s deep sunken feeling
Standing at the gates of hell
There is no peace for me.
Burned out by their master’s greed
Cruel exile, transportation
Robbed of every love and need
There is no peace for me.
But in the darkness, struggle, cold
I think about a garden valley
Gentle as the leaves unfold
Singing out across the Tay
Distant and so far away
There is no peace for me.
There is no peace for me.
Editor: Athenaoy (Athenaoy@)