Well, it? s written in the wind, 'fore the story does begin
I will go back to my kin across the sea
That's a bird that? s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly
Well, the further I must go then the nearer I must stay
Men have sailed the seven seas to be free
Then like that bird that? s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly
I can see the harbor lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
All up and down the lough, calling
From the rocky shores of Maine, I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart longs to be
And the bird that? s on the wing and it's flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly
Can see the harbor lights
Hear the foghorns in the night
Moving up and down the lough, calling, calling
From the rocky shores of Spain, I will sail back home again
Back to where my heart will always be
And like a bird that? s on the wing and is flying free
He can hear the song of home endlessly
He can hear the song of home endlessly
He can hear the song of home endlessly
