Monday, April 27, 2009

"500 miles away from home"




500 Miles

If you missed the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name
And the land that I once loved is not my own
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home

A hundred tanks along the square
One man stands and stops them there
Someday soon the tide'll turn and I'll be free
I'll be free, I'll be free I'll come home to my country

Someday soon the tide'll turn and I'll be free

If you missed the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a handred miles
Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two,
Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles away from home...
I'll be free, I'll be free
I'll come home to my country
Load I'm five hundred miles away from home
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

1 comment:

Sunil K Kurup said...

തിരികെ ഞാന്‍ വരുമെന്ന വാര്‍ത്ത‍ കേള്‍ക്കാനായി ഗ്രാമം കൊതിക്കാറുണ്ടെന്നും...