Well, I was just a little thing Left out in the wood like a wild beast Now I'm a man full-grown with a family There's no place in this world for me Kingdom, where do you lay? I've been riding that crooked weed from a long way away And I saw that evening star turn tail in the Milky Way Run like a rabbit on hunting day And I had to find my own way Father Sky if you're listening Please send a sign or make the trees bend The road is pretty wide but it seems to me All of us are bound to be free Mama, don't you cry for me Just about twenty miles from the gate to the city When I do arrive, gaunt as a willow tree How do you think they'll welcome me? Oh, how do you think they'll welcome me?