He crossed the sea when he was 14 Just coins in a pocket and a place to sleep Nothing but his hopes and dreams And a whole lot ahead of him! He found some work on the hull Send money home when he could He said he won't be here too long One day soon he'll return! Days turn into months turn into years People come and and go but your still here You still dream of going home some day One day you'll spread your wings and fly away! He saw the sights of london town With a wave at his back and a shovel in hand Earning money here and there But never enough for a boat fare! He settled down and found a wife Before you know it, kids arrived They grew up quick and so did he Now going home is just a dream! Days turn into months turn into years People come and and go but your still here You still dream of going home some day One day you'll spread your wings and fly away!