I find myself in a lions' den As a beggar with an outstretched hand I find myself in a western land Asking for bread From dishonest men Do not fear the lions' den You'll be brought up to your fathers' land And my cry is the longing of an ancient man To return to his promised land Going home again Out of this lions' den I find myself in a western trend Here I am, back again Winding 'round this lonesome bend As a stranger in a foreign land Do not fear the lions' den You'll be brought up to your fathers' land And my cry is the longing of an ancient man To return to his promised land Going home again Out of this lions' den Do not fear the lions' den You'll be brought up to your fathers' land And my cry is the longing of an ancient man To return to his promised land Going home again Out of this lions' den