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@)